Pink Gem

By Nimisha C

Shipped from Sri Lanka in all its glory,

Heart shaped pendant came into my life soaring

Loved was I by my fairy godmother Glenny,

Paired with the necklace were the sharp-edged pink earrings

Boxed in the blue velvet glitter tantrum,

Acquainted with the dainty pearls,

Tangled with the maroon choker from the renaissance fair,

Laid with its blue doppelganger was a star locked symphony

Painted delicate, she was as sure as my rough patches

Called as two peas in a pod, she soon became my other half

Defined by the color combination of blue and pink;

Devoured was I in her beauty, struck out of endless three-s

Marched in confidence along the haunted valley of ghosts

Held hand-in-hand, hey, tag, she was it

Treasured under the sea of sand, marked the X spot

Gifted by me, the pink gem moved around elliptically

Stacked and sorted chocolate bars in the drawers together

Clocked out constantly, we were due for a long inhale

Overlooked was a castle of dominoes waiting for our gamble

Knocked over the pieces of our ego from a short exhale

Closed and turned, the chapters of our life stained my childhood

Graded as ultra-premium, the brand of our friendship got mainstream

Baited with flesh, the pages of our future flipped inside out

Rolled down the middle of our destiny spanned a pink red carpet

Persuaded was she to the path of silver screen

Shrugged off tensions of discomfort, it got colder in the corridors

Rifted apart, the angles of the pink gem shifted to obtuse

Stepped down from spotlight, I was brought back to daylight

Wandered all over the ground floor, I was blinded by the grandeur

Dressed up in unity, boiling inside was a wok full of mutiny

Danced to repetitive beats, our routines no longer intertwined

Stretched out to maximum capacity, my heart was no longer in the vicinity

Tied to the leash for far too long,

Confused by the ringing of distorted memories in my ears,

Yearned for something way less pink,

Unexpected was I to find myself on the purple trails

Tagged along with a multitude of nameless faces,

Lingered were your glances short before I noticed

Dripped beneath the station, hovered the hue of frozen icicles

Spread wide, the wings of the peacock eyed the prize

Faced down as the trail led upstairs,

Inked indelibly, our pages remained blank

Aligned with the framed sand art sent by Glenny,

Turned the hourglass to one eighty degrees

Worried no longer and sought no more;

Nulled by you and erased by me;

Blinded by the sun and grounded by the moon;

Buried down the earth's core, I lost the pink gem

By Nimisha C