Literature

The Chimera

The Chimera was endless,

A trance that consumed my mind,

There was no clock, nor value of time,

Because I had entered into a world of Mine.

I Smiled.

For my soul could reach places I had never been,

Swept into the Illusion of my Happy Dream,

I reached another world, far beyond the galaxies of time,

My body swaying, to the endless Chime.

-JalataMelon.

 

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Sunday Mandalas.

“Change is Inevitable,

and Love is Coexistent.”

A phrase that my heart beat when I was wondering why my increasing curiosity of self discovery had developed.

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Lonely Bus rides drive Reflective Thinking. (Pun Intented.)

Because I knew, that every day, there is a change.

A change that affects your Heart.

A change  that affects your Soul.

But a change that you decide, to accept, or decline.

And as change occurs, we drown our hearts with Love, because as hard as it may seem,

change is inevitable,

change will occur.

But Love assists Change.

Because Love is Coexistent.

And without Love, there is no Change.

 

 

Miss World.

She was destined to become the next Miss World.

It only required her to be a bit less herself, and a bit more, common.

She was in desperate need of advice, to reach the finals.

‘You were Chosen, You are Destined,

Your hair sweeps the world off their feet, and your eyes remind them of the deep blue sea, Do not eat, your size will dramatically increase. Walk in heels until your feet bleed, and change your accent, so that you may blend in. Reveal your outer beauty, and destroy your inner beauty. Shade your skin as gold as possible and redefine your cheekbones until they reach their peaks. Your dress should not exceed an inch below you knee, laugh, but laugh consciously. Remember, your race is superior and your body is ideal.No other woman is considered surreal,

until she hears her body scream.’

 

-JalataMelon.

 

Dear Society.

Dear Society,

I apologize for never being able to please you.

Actually, I don’t.

But no, I am not completely against you.

Because I am a part of you.

But this is why sometimes, I feel that we can never be alike.

Dear Society,

You taught me the difference between Fantasies and Reality.

A Fantasy, that one day the world will make Peace,

The Reality, you will never stop having enemies.

Dear Society,

You’ve made me realize who is in Power,

The media, spying on us from tall towers.

You love them sometimes, and at other times you loathe

Their attitude towards your beliefs and the word Hope.

Dear Society,

You have turned me into a Rebellious Teen,

Trying to understand what Open Minded means

To drown my beliefs, and accept your ideology

Of What is Freedom, What is Equality.

Dear Society,

How much can I say?

Will it change your perspective, definitely, Nay.

But I Thank you, dear Society

For helping me understand,

Your levels of Superiority, and

Where I Stand.

-JalataMelon.

 

 

 

Or So I Dream.

 

They weren’t like the others. Their hearts were not sore. They felt what people had felt no more. They had forgiven, But they did not Forget. Their scars and bruises had not made them Regret. It was a sign, and they were Proud. If only you knew what this all is About.

The World is at Peace, Now No One will Bleed.

Or So I Dream.

-JalataMelon.

*Beauty is Pain*

Her ringlets lay perfectly on her shoulder, her eyebrows were plucked to perfection.

“Tighter” she ordered,

The corset throttled her body, the threads once again pulled forcefully.

“Tighter” she ordered

And the corset perfectly fit her, her graceful figure shaped through a hard piece of cloth.

Her ribs were slightly bent, her lungs had a lesser space to expand.

But she was satisfied.

Her face was painted white, as white as the first snowfall of winter.

Her lips were stung to soreness, yet they stood out.

She fit her feet into shoes with heels, Her feet, slightly twisted, her heels, extremely elevated.

But she was satisfied,

She took a deep breath

But she couldn’t, for her lungs had no space

“Beauty is Pain.”

And she entered the ball.

-JalataMelon.

Starry Pyjamas.

I woke up to a million eyes staring at me, a few lovingly, a few scared, and a few confused.

The dragon slithered in the room, he cackled.”I’ll help” he said, and grabbed me by my starry pyjamas and dropped me in the middle of a forest. A silent, eerie forest. I shut the book. Eragon I thought and sighed. “You’ve been bitten by a parasite”  I was told. “Is it the striped one or the normal one?’ I couldn’t help but ask. “You will stay here for a while, just until you get better”. I sighed, out of relief and of irritation. I would get help, but I would be bored, but my pain was unbearable. I thought of how ungrateful I have been, how a cramp can reduce me to tears while there are others suffering in worse ways.

Nevertheless, I knew my essentials. I grabbed my liquid potion, water. Clear, relieving,kind. A water bottle. You require one.

The night had been long, too many needles had touched my skin, my body was tired. I needed to rest, my stomach hurt the most, and so it was told.

I woke up, my neck slightly twisted, my eyes droopy. I felt funny, I felt queasy. The atmosphere was different, I found a parchment that helped me find out more. A parchment you will need terribly if you find yourself in a location unknown.

My lungs were filled with the cool air blown by machines. The gust of wind hitting the shut windows by my bed annoyed me, I decided I’d escape from the hospital for a while, and meet the million dragonflies waiting by the window to see me.

The dragon nudged me from underneath the bed again, I couldn’t help but enjoy the friendliness of the women who helped me, even though they poked me, and took blood out of me a numerous times. Ironically, they took out the blood gently. Let me tell you one thing. A definite essential is Chicken Soup and Confidence, no, not the book, actual Chicken Soup.

And lastly, Starry Pyjamas.

-JalataMelon.

VICTORIA AND THE ROGUE.

The tall, flaxen-haired lord brought colour to Victoria’s cheeks – not to mention a flutter to her pulse. He was so handsome. What girl would not blush? And he was flirting with her!

As a young preteen, I often found myself sticking my tongue out at seeing books about love. Not that I am still quite alright with it. But growing up, my interest for reading books by Meg Cabot increased immensely, since my sister had a huge collection of her books, and specially after watching The Princess Diaries ( You have got to admit it, it’s one of the reasons why we teens fantasize about waking up as a princess one day), so a month ago, my sister and I were discussing about what books I should start reading, and she gave me a book, ” It’s called Victoria and the Rogue”, she said, “I’m sure you’ll love it”.

I few weeks later, I found myself addicted to the book. I stayed up till 1 AM trying to figure out whether  Lady Victoria Arbuthnot fancied her Fiance Hugo Rothschild who Jacob Carstairs, another handsome young man, who had his collars positioned extremely annoyingly low, considered him as a rogue, or maybe, just maybe, she has a chance of falling in love with Mr Carstairs himself, since, her cousin Becky told her Jacob must definitely fancy her. Does he?. But then again the moonlit proposal from Hugo Rothschild, the man of her dreams, did show his immense love for her didn’t it? Thanks Meg, you made me stay up beyond midnight even during School nights. It’s extremely thrilling and exciting I must admit, and also quite humorous, not to mention exceptionally flattering and it has the most romantic plot twist ever.

To all those fourteen year old’s who are just about to begin reading Meg Cabot’s Victoria And The Rogue, you will definitely love Victoria, and will be smitten by Jacob Carstairs.

-Lady JalataMelon.