Raconteur in Reverie

By Vyakhya Pandey

She wont put up a false show,

she will absolutely make no pretence.

She will remain the same

Even on the universe’s periphery.

Shes a raconteur in reverie.

She wont let her malice know,

she stopped longing for vengeance.

She will stroll without an aim

In search of her long lost bravery.

Shes a raconteur in reverie.

Every chink in her armour made her well versed,

in the ways people could hurt.

She longed for a fountain of joy

While standing on sorrows desert

But for she was a raconteur

She had to be wise with her remarks

Her words could make or break a potrait

Or fill it with art

In her reverie she found comfort

which she turned to alluring tales.

The tales packed with dilemma,

mystery, fantasy and pain.

For dilemma she chose the undesirable

For mystery she chose the sounds she hears

For fantasy she chose her future

For pain she decided to shed a few tears.

But she couldn’t afford running out of stories

She was the pillar of strength

For the raconteur was everyone’s pal

But no one was the raconteur’s friend

By Vyakhya Pandey