The Bride On Acid

there's a thin line between imagination and madness....

The Bride On Acid

And so the princess of the land of Lord Shiva,
In her colorful attire readying her appearance,
To the tunes of her mother, who driven by tradition,
Who wishes for, in the world coherence!
The millions standing by the pathway,
That leads to whom she blindly is pledged,
She ceases for an hourly-like minute,
To consume the substance, whose effects alleged!
And the minutes begin to slowly consume,
The base of all her childhood thought,
She slowly transcends to an elusive dimension,
The wave-like feelings, the colorful dots!
And then her attire so seemingly attractive,
Suddenly meaning ever so much more,
All in her life that lays ahead waiting,
That lay beyond those locked up doors!

And then the orchestra and their instruments,
Merging with the crowd that chatter,
Chattering about their well lived days,
As around her, revolves some volatile matter!
And then the flowers shower upon her,
And him who stands so close yet far,
And then in the distance the deadly blur,
And then the flowers, changing into stars!
But now the time has finally come,
To reveal the depths of her exploited heart,
Whether they care is not her concern,
But her thoughts and desires she must impart!

And so she takes off her heavy diamond veil,
To reveal a beauty divine and pure,
As her voice she so freely lets go,
Her mother watching, this behavior endures!

‘Dearly beloved family and friends,
This wedding is not of my desire,
You shallow people, you miserable lot,
You venomous despicable treacherous liars!
Cannot you all see there is so much more?
To all that you often, hear and see,
You shallow people, you miserable lot,
No more shall I live beneath your pleas!’



And so she races towards the door,
The grass of heaven in her little hands,
She raises her fingers in a childish goodbye,
And then looks at the ceiling which slowly expands!
Towards her mother in great rage she glares,
A message to impart, a feeling to share,
Her mother in fury quickly ignores,
The daughter who failed to grow well in her care!

And then realize she did begin to,
Vaguely but strongly, slowly but deeply,
The places to which she had so really been,
Those meandering rivers, that fell so steeply!
Flee did she, from the fortress of her up-bringers,
Reaching out for the distant bright sun,
Never to live beneath the curse of blind tradition,
But to live the new life she had just begun!

I saw her running from the distance,
Speedily towards me, my love to know,
In great joy her hands she threw around me,
As we sat beside the great river that flowed!
Her divine love, mine to cherish,
As beside me she dwells, happy and placid,
The woman of wonder, magnificent and divine,
My lady, my love, The Bride On Acid!