Tramp....

Human race is my race
My colour is opaque
I theorise upon the entire world
as if it was all the same
I have hair which changes colour
and green eyes that are sometimes red
I have a big family and
everyone is a friend
Oh, but my gender is my only marker
since I am often called a tramp!

A Room of Thousand Mirrors

There has been the silence of the longest kind
And all is but empty, strangely a void
The clock has tick-tocked with the passage of time
Terrible has been the loneliness, its curse ails the mind…

A castle upon a river, a night of rain and thunder
The moat brimming with water
A knock on the door which presented her:
The golden girl seeking shelter

The days of glory long past this life
In this dreary castle lives a knight
His armour rusty, his sword blunt
All but twenty and eight years of life

He has seen no battle
He has seen no glory
He has seen no living mortal
Except an old nurse dreary

In a room full of a thousand mirrors
Meet the knight and his golden maiden
A thousand desires; a thousand longings
A flight of a thousand ominous ravens

Ill-begotten, the night was ill-fated
When mute as two wax dolls
Faced each other: the knight and the golden pixie

Liquid was the light in the room of a thousand mirrors
The flame of the candle scorched his heart into unrest
The hour struck midnight and the gong
Matched the tremors nestling in her breast

He lifted his hand, he lifted her veil
At that moment lightning struck his tallest tower
She lifted her eyes, caressing his face with her gaze
As the flames danced wild tempting their fate

A thousand mirrors, a thousand voyeurs
A thousand moments passed since then
A thousand breaths and screams and gasps
A thousand tremors, leaps and bounds
A thousand flames rushed ahead

Three drops of blood, three drops of tears
Tears of joy, blood of passion
Three beads of sweat from the growing heat
And they knew their end was near…

A thousand years hence, theirs was a story
Of love found but not known
A story which fate tempted and fate bemoaned
A story of which no praise was ever sung
The story of the golden girl and her knight
Who died like their story burning in love’s kingdom a treacherous night
In the room full of a thousand mirrors!