Bitter or Sweet !!

Little did I expect,

to find trouble, right at the brink of a new turn,

Unaware of the looming pain,

I let the mooning glances get me in trouble!

Never did I expect,

to be the 'holding hands down the corridor' girl,

Oblivious to the consequences,

I blindly let myself be led, into the world of a 16-year-old again !!

Hardly did I expect,

I would feel a flutter in my stomach everytime I hear a name,

Unaccustomed to that world, a lifetime of years later,

I let myself be a blabbering stupid, blushing everytime I felt a pair of eyes on me...

Seldom did I expect,

a smart young lady to swoon, when her gaze was held from across the room,
Little did I know,

it would lead to a series of daydreams, and a serious case of restlessness, frustration and want!!

But I did know,

sweet things taste better with a pinch of salt, or after something really bitter,

Barely did I know,

it is going to be a really tough task, to find an antidote for the sweetness I now knew...

Barely do I know now,

what ends where, and where the other begins,

Somehow,

Bitter and sweet, taste pretty much the same now!!

After-all, it's just clay :P

A lump of clay,
was being moulded lovingly
with trust and care
forged with respect and fear,
It was clay of awe
its claws, the reason of cower,
Moulded were all its parts,
except for the parts that its talons guarded....

Then at a turn on its journey,
the claws dug deep into the delicate unburnt clay,
not completely forgiving its baked absolutes..
Determined to not let its claws cage itself,
They were clipped and filed before the next turn...

Then when the next turn came,
trimmed claws made the chiselling easier,
Different kind of high it was,
full of fun and charm,
soft, naive and delicate they called it,
just like a child they exclaimed!!

Losing the small spikes along the way,
the clay melted for the affection,
explored sites it never knew,
it could be !!
Happy as one in heaven it was,
little did it know,
no claws was maybe an invitation...

An invitation for beasts within the cicerones,
a lure to trample the clay under the feet,
daily devil corners working overtime,
for clay is clay, a tool for experiments...
The body was maligned with ash,
ash they collected,
after cremating its soul, its heart,
and its self-respecting, self-loving pride !!

The dejected, sad lump of clay,
carrying the load of being,
waited for the next turn,
but this time,
it had its claws back, longer and sharper than they were,
a shawl of thorns, trying to protect the fury within,
that if unleashed, will destroy its many genuine others!!

But this time, it knew for sure,
this is just a phase in passing,
after all, clay is clay,
for a change, it decided to sculpt itself,
to be the best silhouette possible,
determined to rise,
like a Pheonix from its ashes!!