She caught my eye
In a flurry of movement
Across the stage stood
A beauty past improvement
Our senses were throbbing
As the podium was set alight
And entered the man of magic
Draped in amber robes – the bright knight
“Hello my friends” he spoke
He was dripping with elan
“Welcome to my world of mystery,
I am Conjurer Khan!”
He pointed to a chair beside him
And made it disappear
He had birds fly out from his top-hat
As we ogled and cheered
He brought forth more tricks,
And all stood still, entranced
I stole a quiet look at the girl
Who also, my way did glance
She smiled at me then, a smile
Bewitching, radiant, divine.
My heart jumped, it rocketed
Much beyond cloud No.9
“For my last, dear ladies and gents” said Khan
“I shall need a volunteer”
He looked past the crowd completely
And chose my prized souvenir
“I shall sever this girl in half” he spoke
“and yet she’ll be thoroughly unharmed”
She walked and lied down within a box
And my heart stood on tip-toe, alarmed
He deftly dug a sword into the cage
My senses began to reel
And another, another, another
I gasped and let out a squeal.
There was a hushed silence which followed
Not a word from any soul
Khan waited for a measured moment and then
Pulled out my angel whole
He turned to the girl and embraced her
She looked so happy and so alive
“Say hello” the magician finally exclaimed
“to my lovely assistant and wife”
Hope shattered in my heart somewhere
As I realised that love is cursed,
All magic and illusion merely bogus
There was applause and we dispersed.
You should have stopped at “to my lovely assistant and wife”.
I think this is wonderful 😀
Hey thanks 🙂 And I couldn’t stop myself there.. the poem required just a touch of melancholy 😀
charmingly heartbreaking!!
thanks man 🙂
tragedy with a hint of mystery!
I think this is wonderful 😀
Much obliged sir, much obliged 😀
Nice job!
Thanks 🙂
As usual great stuff from you; really enjoyed reading!
Hey really happy that you liked it achh:) and thank you!
A wonderful poem that highly removes mysteries – that love is not cursed, atleast for Mr Khan (his assistant and wife had so much faith in him); but to my dear viewer – I feel, he is yet inexperienced – it was not love – but just a bit of infatuation? But, for him, it could serve as a good experience! I wish him all well.
Haha, thank you for your enlightening comments ma, and glad to see that you read my poem
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niceee!!!
thank you!
Nice one..!! 😀
Thanks Amol 😀
good one!
Thanks man 😀
very good stuff:D
well written, kudis! I always believe in rythm in poetry, works better than free verse…
that was Kudos!
hey, it’s real good. very intense Poem. Pouring of an young heart!!!
that was a good one. keep writing such good ones regularly. i like it and i’m sharing with my friends. keep rocking and keep going… cheers