Destiny and Faith waited at the café,
They had invited Hope,
But Hope had decided that too many nouns
At one table could be overwhelming for
their guest.
Besides so many conjoined nouns at a table
Was bound to inadvertently draw the
attention of Optimism, who
Was hardly uncomfortable with an uninvited sign lingering over its halo!
Their guest was a renowned ‘no-show’,
Many times they believed this meeting to be
forthcoming,
And in anticipation
They showed up at the café,
But of course
Depression turned up instead, late
With a megaphone
Bragging about another victory!
This guest was special,
A brave soul,
Who Bravery had boasted about
From an early age,
But then she no longer preferred
The company of qualities
That sparkled her nature,
She preferred to banter with Melancholy,
And with Regret,
Who was tucked inside her chest,
Remorse had no need to appear,
As Guilt was clearly embossed upon her
garments.
Twas a clear breezy night,
And as the sun drew to wave its final depart,
Their guest was yet again a no-show.
They were in no doubt that she had fallen,
yet again under the spell
Of enveloping her consciousness in a fruity
vapour.
After all the coloured fog cloaked her
shame,
And it was the only time Melancholy and
Regret
Drew their conversations to a temporary
close,
As she basqued in the ambiance of numbness.
Tired of Disappointment accompanying them
on their journey back,
Destiny and Faith decided to place their
principles on the sidelines,
Deciding to journey to the preferred venue
of their no-show guest.
In the near distance,
They could hear the merridom of Depression
Whistling and howling with the satisfaction
of yet another victory,
But as Depression approached the café,
It became depressed at the sight –
Two empty seats where it knew they had been.
As they turned to see the sight of a
depressed Depression,
They watched Disappointment dancing around
Depression,
Rejoicing in a one-man conga line around
Depression,
Who had become too weak to stand,
Resting on seats where moments earlier the
other nouns had waited.
They giggled at the sight,
And undoubtedly their unprotocalled actions
Forced Hope to flutter it’s way over to
them.
Destiny and Faith called out to Hope,
Informing it that they were still on the
same mission,
But alas it was too late.
In spite of knowing fully well that it was
their actions that had called it,
Hey-presto Optimism rode in on its unicorn,
Gleaning with self-satisfaction,
Expecting the other nouns to applaud its
entry onto the scene.
Destiny and Faith rolled their eyes,
And welcomed Optimism like an old friend,
Knowing they would have to hurry their
journey,
To prevent becoming overly infected with
their counterparts,
After all they did not want to lose their
perspective!
As they arrived at the foggy café,
The venue was dark and damp,
No doubt they would not be alone with the
girl,
Optimism promised a favorable outcome,
Boasting of the powers of its unicorn,
But as they looked around for their guest,
It would appear that she was a no show here
as well.
Creeeeeeek,
The café door swung open,
in came Depression, Disappointment and
Misfortune
And in a conga line, rejoiced in the other
nouns’ state.
Optimism shrunk and wilted into its cousin
Pessimism,
Joining on to the conga line,
half heartedly,
half heartedly,
Seeing it as pointless.
Meanwhile
Destiny disintegrated into nothingness,
Hope wept, as Faith tried to console it.
Misfortune took pity and walked over to the two and explained the situation.
Misfortune took pity and walked over to the two and explained the situation.
You see,
The girl had arrived at the original café,
a little later than anticipated,
finding no Faith and Destiny
it engaged in dialogue with
Depression.
Depression comforted her disconcerted
state,
And so she decided to embroider
Her garments in it.
In spite of this,
Faith was determined,
It bid adieu to the others,
Knowing fully well,
It would try again.
Hope felt hope at these actions,
and accompanied Faith on its departure from the scene.
Hope felt hope at these actions,
and accompanied Faith on its departure from the scene.
salam3laikum,Mai..Masha'Allah, your imagination is astounding!! luvd it...but do not expect many to comprehend your writings or to decipher its meaning,cuz its way too artistic...:> keep writing..
ReplyDeleteW/salaam, thank you so much... I know my writings won't appeal to the masses, air go.. niche audiences it is :D
DeleteBesides it's no fun being too obvious. It's all therapeutic for me!