Mostly Ordinary

Mostly ordinary, with wonder-working desires
Crashing through the gates, among the outliers

White faux chiffon flooring through the stairs
Here comes the princess with her glorious flair

No one seems to recognize her face
Blushes shining pink with her heart’s race

Fragility of life resurfaces again
Looking at the bystanders in flawless pain

Digging for a meaning all over the place
Her eyes meet the lovely man’s filled with haze

Uninterested, anonymous, with no stint of notice, he passes
Why did she pick him from the unenlightened masses

Let down, hurt, fear of ignorance gripping hard
In midst of a dark tunnel, waiting for the light, scarred

Golden gloss scandals under the velvet red
Walking miles in brutal seasons without comforts of a shed

Everything’s lucent like a painted canvas behind a tissue
Aimlessly wandering in woods arriving onΒ a faulty cue

Love comes with a price, not distributed for free
It can happen anywhere, even under a lonely tree

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

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11 thoughts on “Mostly Ordinary

  1. It’s as if you had suddenly become Emily Dickinson in that last stanza, she would of admired it:

    “Love comes with a price, not distributed for free
    It can happen anywhere, even under a lonely tree”

    I love that… greatness there! So simple and full of wisdom!

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