I am ripe for falling in love today
I have put down the book I have been reading
Unable to bear the sharp outline of my loneliness
Against a fairy tale unfolding towards a path I have yet to go
In some vague future, a diverging path from the now
That seems to be going only in circles.
A kindness will easily earn a kiss today
Assuming, of course, that you are
A believer of magic, better yet, if you
Have it in your blood, and your nursery rhymes were
Chanted spells learned from your mother’s lap.
Assuming, of course, that you are
A lover of art, and of poetry, and of books —
the kind that time-travels to what-ifs more than what-was
The kind that is comfortable with the greys
And the other awkward colours in between the blacks and whites.
Assuming, of course, that you are
A ruler of your own kingdom
A queen-less heart ripe for falling in love
Who has slain enough of his own monsters
Who has made some level of uneasy peace with his demons
Go, send forth your goblins, your djinns, your ravens
Send them to find me, I am waiting,
I am missing a shoe, I have been sleeping too long,
The apple’s poison is seeping through my blood,
I cannot find my voice. I am here, cursed in an old woman’s form
Running after a moving castle.
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