Rituals

The First Meeting With The Magician

I remember it very well

It was a really nice day.

I entered the cave with a mask in one hand and backpack on my shoulders.

When I walked through the entrance, I saw that the room was all empty, but for a bag sitting on the floor.

I opened it and found a notebook inside, it had no name though.

I found a grimoire after looking in another section of the bag. That grimoire had a name written.

The letters read Smith Pallett.

And then I started wondering…

Is it that Smith Pallett whom I often trouble for my spells?

Then there I was, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly a voice interrupted my thinking.

The voice said…

“Leave the way mate! My hands are full!”

Then with that said, I kept the book back where it belonged and got back to the work I was supposed to do..

We were preparing our ritual and then someone came in through the door.

It was a chubby guy with dorky glasses and wearing a soggy T-shirt.

Then that guy spoke something that sent me back to the same question I was dealing with.

The guy said…

“Hey Arnold, did you see Kevin?”

And then I started thinking again…

“This guy has to be Smith, who else would be looking for Kevin in this cave amidst the Wiccan festival? When Kevin is the other fellow member of the coven that Smith is a part of . The very coven Smith, Kevin, Richard and Priscilla started together.”

And then we went back to preparing for our ritual.

But that guy had something else in his mind, yes it is exactly what you were thinking, that guy decided to stay to see the ritual.

But even then we started with our ritual in his presence.

And right in the middle of the ritual, in the middle of the chantings, something went wrong.

Arnold read a spell wrong and he got burnt by the fire.

For us, the witches,  it was something that happens all the time.

But there was one guy who was panicking the most. It was the guy who decided to stay..

Arnold was really hurt, but we knew he will recover. After all he is the governor of the ritual.

But that guy was actually worried and started talking to Arnold.

In between, I overheard something. Something that turned my belief, my thinking, my deductions into reality.

I heard Arnold say Thanks Smith when he decided to take off.

Then I realised that I was right all along. It was the very Smith Pallett. The magician known for the coven he founded.

I decided to have a talk with the magician. After all he helped me with the spells, so what if our conversations happened via our owls.

Right when he was about to step out of the cave, I shouted…

“Atleast take your bag!”

And then I handed him his bag and then he said his first words to me…

“I’ve been searching for this bag all day long. Now the frog’s eye isn’t gonna jump into the cauldron itself.”

And then as I escorted him the two steps to the way out, I started speaking…

“Hey, by the way you know me, I am Ronald Gypsy.”

And then he said the words no great heretic would ever want to hear

“Ronald who?”

And then I had to reveal my pen identity to him. The one he actually knows and has helped in the past.

I said…

“Heretic Reborn remember?”

And then he finally remembered and said…

“Oh, Ronald. Of course I remember you. You’re the great heretic. Your spells are of great influence and power.”

And with that said, he ran down the path and disappeared into the woods.

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Walking through my closet…

Every morning, it’s the same routine,
Wake up, make up, paint on a smile.
Take your feelings, put it in the closet,
Wave your happiness from a mile.

Walk out the door, greeting good wishes,
Killing within the dance rhythm.
Hug the dear ones, just like yesterday,
Have your sorrows digest within the system.

Hang out with your new best friends,
Anxiety and Trauma is all I scream.
Lie to self, everything’s fine,
Life is the nightmare, not a dream.

Control your emotions, while talking to strangers,
Do not lash out, is the only task.
Breathe heavily, in the closed dark room,
Suffocate, till I drop the mask.

Bite me, hit me, drag me on the floor,
Tie me up and take it away.
Its piling up, it’s eating me out,
That’s all I gotta say.

They make you better…

Has it ever happened to you sometime, that you do something you never thought you would do? Well, something happened to me some centuries ago.

So I was dating this Warlock, and I was quite new to this supernatural dating place. He was one handsome being with a beard tingling my ding-a-ling every time I saw him ( side effects of pogonophilia ). And, we just connected on great levels. So much alike yet so different.

We used to talk alot through our cauldron. Talking about what it feels like to be a gay warlock, how is Daenerys doing in Meereen and who are his favorite drag queens ( there was no thing called RuPaul’s Drag Race back then). But more importantly, I admired the way he looked at things.

Being two centuries old back then, I had seen alot of things. And with that, there couldn’t be any thing capable of scaring me. But for this young warlock, life was full of adventures and no companion to lead them on with. So he would go on them alone. And he would enjoy it as if he is experiencing it for the very first time, looking into the tiniest details and bringing out the best of them. An Aura that always keeps you coming back for more. A personality that begs for enchantment over lust.

But just when you believe that it’s time to move forward together, the things tear apart. At that moment, people generally get broken up into pieces and I was waiting for that to happen. But he didn’t let me. He stood by me, even when I tried to push him away. He finally got himself a place in my heart, not as my lover, but as my best friend.

But that is not the end, he still helps me out, in alot of ways, without even saying or doing anything. He made me believe in myself and taught me how to be myself all the time. There are times, when I do stuff that I could not back then. And the only reason I am able to do them, is because of this fellow warlock who eased my life for myself. He made me better…

She makes me the one I dream to be

She comes to my home to work everyday
At the end, she always has the kindest words to say
Living a content life with whatever she gets
Teaching me happiness is what one sets
Just by being herself, a kind hearted lady
She makes me the better person, I dream to be

She sleeps at midnight and wakes up at six
Just so that I have in my lunch, the right mix
Working eighteen hours a day, all seven days of the week
Dying in pain but not letting out the tiniest shriek
Just by being herself, a working lady
She makes me the better son, I dream to be

She tied a rakhi on my hand every year
She protected me from even my silliest fear
Fulfilling the responsibilities of an elder brother
And nurturing me from time to time like my second mother
Just by being herself, a fierce lady
She makes me the better brother, I dream to be

She was born as a he, but she made her right choice
She has been through the struggle, so the rest could hear her voice
They call her an outcast, a threat to society
But she blesses them with full heart at every opportunity
Just by being herself, a true lady
She makes me the better human, I dream to be

She stands with the pois and speaks with compassion
Rising up from race and gender, teaching a love lesson
She strives to bring humanity back into the world
Anything that brings her down, is another thing hurled
Just by being herself, the courageous lady
She makes me the better man, I dream to be

Trapped

The story of realisation of the true identity of a trans person

Looking at the society,
I learnt my lesson,
Every one of us is born,
To complete their mission

I was ready to give my best,
I was ready to fight,
But how could I go through,
When my body wasn’t right?

I learned to love my body,
So I could love everyone else,
I tried to be the person I am not,
I became what people thought of myself.

I wept and cried for days and nights,
As I was not being the one who I am,
I am not who I was supposed to be,
I failed at what they made me cram.

I rose up from what I have been afraid of,
I walked the road where my soul calls,
I have been living in the shadows for a while,
This is the moment, when the mask falls.

Now I can truly love existence,
As my identity is no more strapped,
I can move, run, fly as I want to,
My soul is free that was once trapped.

I’ll Remember

Your non-stop attempts to make me laugh,
The last slice of pizza that we shared in half,
The nick-names that we gave to each other,
Your endless love towards your mother,
Towards every thing, your weird perception,
The planning for the assissinations,
Your fear about walking in the dark,
Your favourite T-shirt making you the stark,
The first time, when I held your hand,
The date we thought, to walk in the sand,
The brushing together of our skins,
Times we comitted those adorable sins,
Your passion towards helping the world,
And the time, with each other we curled,
Thesea are just the memories that I’ll remember!

 

Falling

I just woke up from a beautiful dream,
But reality turned it into a nightmare,
The ground beneath me swept away,
Leaving me in pain and despair.

I didn’t know this when I jumped in,
I jumped because you were calling,
But you were standing on the ground,
And yet I’m still falling.

There’s nothing to do, there’s nothing to say,
All I’m left with is this void,
I wished I had felt this emptiness in you,
Before we had spent that night.

Trying to get to know you better,
I never recognized that you were stalling,
Now I’m just waiting to hit the ground,
Can’t believe, I’m still falling.

I will never forget you in my arms,
The times we spent with each other,
The times you made me laughed,
The times you made me love your own mother.

I was supposed to fall for you,
But you just went away crawling,
I must rise up and live without you,
But right now, I’m just falling.

You take my breath away 

We have had our moments of joy,
We have had our moments of happiness,
The slightest thought of going out with you,
Made me crawl out of my loneliness,
Because even with the thought of us together,
You took my breath away!

Lurking behind your own insecurities,
Still standing strong as a rock,
Making me feel the man I am,
Mesmerizing me with your charm and talk,
Even from your very first glance,
You took my breath away.

The walks, the talks,
And holding your hand,
And even on the silliest argument,
By my side you stand,
With every sweet little thing about,
You took my breath away.

We are simply chasing each other,
In the beautiful world of ours,
Noticing every detail but time,
During the calls that last for hours,
By simply just saying that’s good,
You took my breath away.

Tired by the day but not by each other,
At side of the bridge, we rest
You singing my favorite song,
Wind caressing your face like a crest,
And by just thinking out loud,
You took my breath away.

We are in this together,
And I’ll choose you everyday,
Despite of your issues that I don’t like,
There’s nothing that can make me look the other way,
With all the confessions you’ve ever made,
You took my breath away.

Searching myself with the candle light

Living in this world, barely surviving,
Took a while, to figure out what I really want
Then an angel came in, turning me around,
And letting that very question haunt!

A similar question I used to ask myself,
But that was quite a long time ago,
The question is same, but the meaning isn’t,
And the answer itself denies to show!

There are people everywhere, telling me tales,
The one with the golden times and the one with blue,
The stories that I will always admire my own ,
For me, it happened to myself, I being true!

The people, the angel, they all comfort me,
They make me feel like it is what I am,
But I need to know, how it is supposed to be,
And what it is that God has added in my plan

This isn’t just a decision to make,
It’s a war, and against myself I fight,
I don’t have time and strength anymore,
It’s fading, it’s blurring under the candle light!

Why isn’t it real? 

Even when I am losing myself,
You make me feel like a winner.
When you accompany me gracefully,
To the candle light dinner.
Everything feels just so right,
With your voice and the whipped cream.
It would’ve been the best night ever,
If it weren’t just a dream.

We’re right there where we were once,
In the middle on your living room.
Again holding each other in our arms,
As if I am your husband, I’m your groom.
Binging some show on the screen,
Now and then with an occasional kiss.
Now that’s one of those dreams,
That you will never try to miss.

Finally came the moment that,
I’ve been waiting for so long.
Dancing with you in my arms,
On my favourite romantic song.
I can never forget that time,
I will never forget that feel.
But I’m just left questioning myself,
Why isn’t it real?

Smile on my Face

The feeling when you figure out what makes you happy!

We were walking on the streets,nothing much of a deal,
You keep on complaining about the dirty road in real,
You give me the chance to adore your beauty and grace,
You are the one who brings the smile on my face.

It’s past one and I’m dreaming about our last meet,
You wake me up with the voice so charming and sweet,
I feel so happy when you catch up on this romantic chase,
You never fail to bring the smile on my face.

We’re out for the movies and there nothing lacks,
You get scared right when it’s  the time of the climax,
You reach out for my arm and my embrace,
You became the reason of the smile on my face.

We were at your place and you were cooking some food,
Music was on and your body was moving smooth,
You are the glamour that makes my heart race,
Please be there by my side, as the smile on my face.