Tiger Seeking Affection

My mind numbs as the glass shatters across the room... My heart stops as the beast crashes inside... It seems its roar had shattered the glass... Dark stripes... White skin...  Claret red splayed wings... with blood I thought as i lay sprawled on the floor...
After what seemed like ages it started moving in my direction... I just lay there sprawled on the floor... scarcely breathing... Afraid it would hurt me... or worse rip me to bits... Instead it ambled up to me slowly... stopped very close to me... I was trembling like a leaf in the wind... and pushed its nose into my neck.... like a cat seeking comfort from pain... I saw a single tear... as clear as crystal fall from its eyes... In time it gave way to unabashed weeping... Its clear blue eyes filled with sadness... like a clouded sapphire...  

Innocence

Innocence seems lost to me... I wish for the innocence of the youngest days of my life... a newborn babe... an infant... a toddler... who never knew the facts of life, the dark shadow that looms over us for life... Ironic isn't it? That when we didn't know anything when we were untouched by thr cold fingers of hard truth we wanted to know everything and now when we do know everything we wish we had the innocence of our bud days back... The world is heartless and cruel... ever striving to break us... Every little step we take is fraught with beguiled with shadows... Shadows of consequences... of sorrows... Sometimes even reaching the brink of insanity... The world is not a place of colour as our eyes see it but wrought only with shades of grey as our hearts feel it...    

The Burning Plains

The shards of my being are shattered by the pain that courses through me. The unrelenting sun cannot help but aggravate my feeling of vulnerability in this hot and sandy desert. the pain of losing my soul is so great... like I'm burning in the continuous inferno of Erebus... The separation is still so raw...so piercing in my heart... I feel like I'll pass into the void... 
A viper glides through the burning golden sand leaving a zig zag trail in its wake... A scorpion scuttles by not far from it... my only companions... not a soul in sight... 
The lady with the red eyes, that is what they called her in her village. She was an uncommon beauty for instead of the more common black or brown eyes, she had two ruby red eyes. Her eyes they said... would remind one of the rising sun... glowing embers of coal... Nobody remembered her actual name... Some say she is a goddess... some say she carried the devil in her heat... For only the devil would have such eyes... The only thing that loved her unconditionally was her beautiful black cat...
A few days ago she seemed to have disappeared and the loss of her cat troubled her deeply... and pained her soul as if it had been wrecked in two... Fury raged through her veins when she contemplated human design... Some used to call 'Midnight' a witches cat or the devil's pet and would always be avoiding her or shooing her away... 
'Midnight' the very word suggests a strange mystifying macabre quality born of blackness... These qualities fitted her perfectly. Her large glimmering green eyes were strangely mystifying yet exquisitely beautiful... It was true that her blood ran thick with magic but she could only use it instinctive... An agent of the Ancient Cat God, The Egyptians loved so much and honoured... She was sent to the Land Of The Burning Plains to protect the princess with the red eyes... 

Lynx

Unfazed by the bullet whizzing towards her with unerring speed…  She casually flicks it away with the blade of her sword… Lynx like grace… a face frozen in snow… she cuts herself with her sword…  Shuddering from the pain she reminds herself that she does this not for pleasure but duty…

*****

Mamma… The days here are long and cold… Not a single ally in sight… I’m the only soldier assigned for this task… Major General said he found only me fit for the task… Hawk’s Eye he called me… Sharp, fierce and flies like the wind… He said that I took the place of a hundred… It’s getting harder but I have your protection even though you may not be here… My sword flashes red with blood mamma…  I hate killing but I have to… I have to… Or this war will never end… These so called super human forces… I find them so clumsy… like little children… As I lay down to sleep tonight I feel your locket in my hand… And remember what you said as you were leaving this realm…  “End this war, my Lynx,” you said… I’m trying so hard to do just that…

*****

I run across this searing plain… the hot air brushes intensely against my cheek… It’s as if I’m sprinting from a forest fire… Only there are no forests here… only hot golden sand and the unrelenting blazing sun high in the sky… The powdered azure sky does nothing to shield me from this heat… Yet it doesn’t burn… only gives more speed to my flying feet…

She skids to a stop… bending her knees in a fluid motion… 

What’s this? I just heard the ground underneath me rumble… Surely… not another army now…  I faced one just this morning…

She draws herself to her full height…. With her hawk like sharp eyes she scans the horizon… She sees a dark mass move from behind her at alien speed… but it feels slow to her… Her black cloak billows in the wind as she faces south… There too a large mass… She smiles as she hears a loud war cry rise from the east and the west… A gunshot she hears from the north…

Clumsy children…

*****

“Ahhh… The fair Lynx… Why am I not surprised?” the commander said, stepping out from the troops. She smiled again… A mocking smile… She unbuckled her sword and let it slide to the ground… “Surrendering already, eh… Without a fight? Strange… We were prepared for intense fighting…” he stopped, seeing her strange gestures… she had dropped on to her knees… Her hands splayed like wings across her sides… She started flapping them… uncannily bird like… Before long her clothes lay in a bundle on the floor with her sword… And in her place stood a very large snow white bird with a long feathered tail… She gave a large cry,,, And with lightening speed gathered her clothes and sword and flew away…

She flew across the sky… like a streak of white light… away from the four armies… The troops gazing open mouthed, in disbelief as she became just a speck across the sky…

No wonder… they call me the silent one… Yet they say I speak the most with my deeds… Words are meaningless to me… my thoughts are intense enough to make my actions forceful enough… I think I sent a strong message to them just through this simple gesture rather than the complexity of words… I’ve been fighting for so long… Decades…Yet this war never seems to end… The enemy has an invisible supply of troops… Strangest thing is… We haven’t figured out who is behind this war still… No face… I hope Hin has gathered something useful…

Hin

Short sandy hair…  Striking fiery sienna eyes… Tawny crouching tiger…  She pounces on her quarry… Dagger flashes ruby red with blood… Golden face… Fire heart…  Beast like beauty… fierceness fills her soul… An animal like ferocious beauty… Rose’s younger daughter…  Feral young fighter… Young tigress… Beautiful and dangerous …

*****

The forests… My instincts are on a high… My senses filled with the intense desire for war… for fighting… They gave me espionage mamma… Major General took one look at your languidly small built daughter and said, “Here’s our girl, she’s going to get us information about the enemy!” I guess it would be selfish for me to burden Lynx with everything… Mamma… The enemy razed our house to the ground… They seem to know too much about our ancestry…  We had to hide father with the military after an attempt on his life… Lynx said it was paramount we kept him alive… She said that he was the only living soul who knows all about the Guardians… Our ancestors’ knowledge resides in his bosom… We can’t lose that… She said… The war refuses to end mamma… We’re trying so hard… Major General has asked me to uncover the cause… The cause… I feel it in my mind’s eye… Yet I can’t see it… The lockets you gave us… one half with my older sister and one half with me… Protects us with your love… I’ve heard Lynx has slaughtered battalions… while I have reached the heart of the enemy’s lair… unharmed… Thank you mamma for … your protection… your love… teaching us the secrets of your guild… We sisters fight in your memory… We keep our lives on the line for our ancestry and our guild…

*****

The trick not to be seen in this hot and wet jungle… is to turn yourself into a golden tiger at every possible opportunity…

She jumped deftly across a fallen tree trunk which was like a bridge across the deep stream…

Saw a horrible sight a few hours ago… Commanders… Enemy commanders were bringing their slain back to life… So that’s how they replenish their enemy… Mere mortals playing the role of the Divine… Something really fishy going on there… Well whoever is behind this is certainly angering the Gods… My ears twitch again… Now, who is it? Mortal or Super Human? I’m really getting tired of this…

She turned around and gave a huge roar… She stopped mid-roar in surprise… as her mind was hit with the icy yet pleasant thoughts of Lynx… Sister, don’t eat me…   As a large snow white bird dropped her sister’s clothes and sword…  It alighted right on the other side…  And as it splayed its wings… It turned into the ivory form of Lynx…

“Hin…” she said in her soft voice reminiscent of the pine trees rustling in the winter breeze… icy yet filled with warmth…  “Sister, you flew again?” asked Hin still in her animal form… “I had to,” she replied, “Took me a day and a night to get here…”  “You’re still not tired?” asked an incredulous Hin as her sister pulled on her clothes… “No not yet,” she smiled, “I’ve flown for days without being tired before…  You look tired though…” “Just something I found out…” Hin said turning into her golden form and pulling on her shorts and buttoning her shirt… which were lying a few paces behind her… “The commanders are playing God… The enemy ones I mean… Just found that out a few hours ago… They were bringing their slain back to life…” “No wonder I thought they were like clumsy children,” Lynx whispered, barely audible, “When I was seven mamma told me that the ones who try to bring the dead back to life are infidels… mortals with blackened souls… who turn to beasts… half human… half beast… Human form but beast like with disintegrating souls…  This is all Djjon’s doing… The God of Hate…”

*****

Strange Transition...

This cold wind... is nothing compared to the pair of cold grey eyes staring down at me...  Pair of cold grey tempered steel balls... a heartless gray as the life ebbs away from me... This is my introduction to the grim reaper... Dark hooded cloak... the famous scythe... the familiar icy breath... but lo what is this? He  touches my cold cheek... and to my surprise... the gesture is fraught with affection... bringing back warmth to my body again...strange transition...  

Painful Regression 2

Death...its atramentous cloak... starts to settle on me... as the blood flows... as the blood flows from my wrist... suddenly he appears clad in white...like an angel to lead me to the light... he does lead me to light but I've tainted him... I've tainted him with my blood... my pain... I tarnished his soul with my darkness... and years later he lies here... engulfed in the darkness... of three years ago... that day three years ago... when blood flowed from my wrists...

Painful Regression

Broken mirrors...They cut my soul everywhere... He's in pain...I'm in pain because of that...Will the rear view mirror ever stay blank...will the painful past be erased from it...he's reliving that day three years ago...in his dreams...in his thoughts... he lies in heavy slumber...refusing to wake to the present and happiness... how do I get him back from regression?...Painful regression... How do i get him back to normalcy again...I don't want to lose him...my soul...my everything...when will this painful regression stop... 

Choice

OR  

What do we have but illusions where one man's absolute is another's choice

--Poets Of The Fall-Rewind--

I dance entangled with my dear

She pulls my every string

Completely trapped yet never here

When passion colors everything...

--Poets Of The Fall-Passion Colors Everything-- 

Choice... We all have choices... To pick up a broken eagle...broken wing... or walk past it without turning around...  Leave a tormented soul behind... or embrace it with your whole heart and being... weld with it and become one... let its pain become yours...

Nostalgia

Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson:  you find the present tense, but the past perfect!  

~Owens Lee Pomeroy

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.  

~Florence King

Old memories... sepia tainted...some sun faded... yellowed at the edges...The darling old book lies open..beige pages filled with marvelously old memories... feel like fairy tales when you look into them now... a treasure trove... of old roses...kisses...hugs...