The Fairytale Untold

The Fairytale Untold

By Sherine Meshad

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Do you think patience is a virtue?

Do you think silence is made of gold?

Do you think what they’ve always taught you?

Is all you ever need to know?

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Do you think life is just a passage?

That the story has been foretold?

A mere narration of a script,

Whose words are written on planks of stone?

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Do you think dragons live in dreams?

Trolls help to guard pots of gold?

Happy ever afters not made for movies,

True love endured as the tale unfolds?

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Are we my friend measly observers?

Simple chess pieces placed on the board?

Awaiting our queue on the stage of existence,

To speak out lines, till the curtains fall?

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©Sherine Meshad, 15 February 2008

Photographs

*Click*Snap*Flash*

Another memory gets recorded

The album of time holds a new photograph

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Jeans shorts and a ponytail

Scrapped knees and a smile that’s rare

An old portrait from a fairytale

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Childhood mates with toothy grins

Enfolded in friendship, protected by dreams

Living in a fantasy world, that’s evergreen.

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A bundle of roses in anxious arms

Secret message wrapped in fragrance and charm

Capturing the affection of an unsuspecting mind

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A day of beginning, a farewell to past

Armed with aspirations, dreams and hopes to broadcast

A sea of flying caps, cheers and speeches to last

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White roses and a layered cake,

Kissing lovebirds dancing to a serenade

The perfect ingredients for an enchanted day

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Old love that new, in an ancient couple’s heart

Years of laughs and tears, itched in with wrinkles and scars

Giving the impression, history has been kind

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Palm trees bowing to a setting sun

Chanting a lone melody and swaying as one

Waving green branches in a farewell song

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Flipping through life’s album,

Days and years surpass, with an adieu to existence,

We turn over the final photograph.

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© Sherine Meshad, 29 Sept 2007

Reflections

Cloaked emotions, wrapped in silk,

Tugged away in backs of closets,

Sheltered in darkness to be unveiled,

Once old wounds are healed and mended.

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Old skeletons find means to slip past,

Lock and bolt to glide into unconsciousness,

Drifting past thoughts into dreams,

Escorting wariness in a midnight waltz.

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Past and present seem no strangers

Distorted likeness of same self

Mirror images gawking at one another

Through a mudded glass screen of time

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Passions pressing against a dame of regrets

Bounded by hurt and hurdled by anger

Dribbles through barriers as sands of time trickles

Drowning wounds in shrouds of the long-ago.

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Shadows and darkness both take shelter

As rays of light seep through partially closed shutters

Washing away drowsiness and sweeping restlessness

Folding another layer of reality over remembrance and memories

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© Sherine Meshad, 5th June 2007

Sugarcoated Medicine

Sugarcoated medicine,

Just as hard to swallow,

For while the taste is not as sour,

The tang is bitter still.

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Gulped down with loads of water,

Difficult to toss it down,

The pill is jagged, rough and ragged,

Nothing can drown it out.

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“Take your remedy so you get better”

A restless voice chant in my ear,

A little white pill will make it all better,

The pain will vanish… literally disappear.

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Dependence anew will take its place

A comfort blanket to pull you through

For what could possible drown the blues

Quite like a sugarcoated pill or two?

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© Sherine Meshad, 25 February 2007