If fire could crash upon land like waves do –
It is her, and only her, who could conjure
and dismiss the blaze
as if it were a mere symphony.
It is she, and only she, who could walk
barefoot on the seashore
as if it wasn’t smitten with destruction.
Only her, who could stand
unfaltered with singed toes
as if the flames had left love bites.
Only she, who could gaze
at the tempestuous flickering
as if it resembled twilight-ish hues.
If fire could rise and fall like tides do –
She was the only one brave enough to still love the ocean,
for her body knew soot better than a cremated corpse,
and her heart beat at the rate of a hundred explosions a minute.
I wished upon a star
to make me beautiful,
but I woke up in the morning
looking just the way I do.
I put myself together, wondering if wishes ever come true.
That morning, I smiled
at every stranger I saw
and of the things I got back
smiles weren’t all.
I grinned at the world; it looked back at me with awe.
That afternoon, I danced
in the middle of the street
and fell down, just so the man in the wheelchair
wouldn’t feel as weak.
I never felt happier before, while scraping my knees.
That night, I didn’t drink
and not a single cigarette
did I light up, for I was too drunk,
too high on happiness.
And for the first time in years, I slept without regret.
My wish had come true, for my soul had become pretty,
and that day I realized, mirrors are far too lifeless to recognize beauty.