Shards

Dandelion

Once I caught a Cypsela
When I was a tiny ballerina
So fragile and delicate
Like a pretty little snowflake
I was mesmerised and in awe
For it held a beauty so raw
Until Mother asked to let it go
If I did not want to watch it grow
And no kid has such patience
So it flew away again in silence

Then I caught a Cypsela
While enacting a drama
Weaving oceans of lies
To drops of truth to buy
Some friends with instances
That were just for performances
First I thought to slap it away
But I was in the middle of my ballet
So I let it be
For I was dancing in glee

When I later caught a Cypsela
I was a pretty young bella
Having plucked it out of my hair
I was thoroughly in despair
For the stupid white strands
Were stuck to my hair and hands
But the audience was mesmerised by me
And I was totally free
My moves were of grace and beauty
I was a queen born into royalty

Again I caught a Cypsela
When it landed amidst my novella
With a smile I picked it up
And put it on my desk-top
For it looked sweet and fluffy
Like a wonderful trophy
As a blushing bride I was to be
Happiness knew no bounds for me
My posture was that of casual bravado
I was fast approaching the crescendo

But later when I caught a Cypsela
My music has found another stella
The song was still left
But my legs were bent
So bloody, broken and dead
That I tore it apart end-to-end
Stomped on it for good measure
I was no more a treasure
With bleeding lips and scarred skin
I was worse than an urchin

From then I caught no Cypsela
For I went to no gala
The trophy wife was no more
Instead of beauty laced in gore
So I closed my eyes
And imagined how it flies
Cutting through air like a queen
Like a beautiful faraway dream
I longed again to dance
But first I had to correct my stance

Once again I caught a Cypsela
Finding my way out of a nebula
A terrible storm was raging outside
As I held it within my palms to hide
From the unforgiving gales
That had also silenced my wails
No one had ever cared
My sorrow was never shared
Could not walk but needed a hand
To try to once again stand

This time I caught a Cypsela
Just after throwing away my tequila
I freed it from the bushes
Within whose clutches
Some white strands were torn
But still it flew as if just born
When I let it go in the breeze
Thorns were stuck to me like a disease
But now I could walk for long
I was just looking for a new song

Now when I caught a Cypsela
It had dropped in my cup of vanilla
I pulled it out and smiled
It looked thoroughly defiled
No more could it fly
But still live and lie
Though all alone
In my new home
With my new shoes
I had many songs to choose

Next time I caught a Cypsela
I was living life on a new formula
I chased it through the air
As the wind played with my hair
A smile was on my face
Wide and firmly fixed in place
The tear marks had dried clean
I was a queen in my dream
But I was alive and awake
Everything in this world was mine to take

Again when I caught a Cypsela
I was the winner of my arena
I watched surprised as it sailed
Under the moonlight paled
And dropped in my unkempt garden
Which in the very next morgen
Was filled with rows of dandelion
Making it quite difficult to walk on
My very stance lacked passion
Dancing went beyond all reason

Once more when I caught a Cypsela
My life had got rid of all minima
I smiled and blew hard at the seed in flight
And watched it reach a new height
With arms around my child and lover
I wonder what made me lose my cover
Whatever the reason may be
The song was flowing through me
My music had never-ending notes
I was trying again to stand on my tiptoes.