Enchantment Who?

Life in the backdrop of the rains is something else.
Specially for someone who'd come to live when the heavens leak awesomeness.
In case you haven't noticed, it's me the Gulmohar.

Maybe I enchant a lot of you, a lot of others, and hey that's good to know.

But today, in these rains, I just need to tell you,

I enchant myself.

Enchanted. Never Again.

People and places. Enthrall.
A photograph actually puts motion, depth a flashback in front of your eyes.
Crude and raw emptiness automates a mosaic formation.

Those eyes enchanted me. A stranger. Yes. Not once, but twice.
And as I moved away the second time, the feeling of regret slumped me over.
I'd never be enchanted the same way again.

And my eyes remain.

Light And/Or Dark

I can defy and comply. That should run in your mind like a nexus.
I'm made to talk stuff like that. You'd understand, maybe if you're a Scorpio.

I seek light, the fuel being my very own darkness.
How that defines me. Old school girl? Yes. Very much.

I thrive on an oxymoronish life. Simplicity attracts a desert storm.
The pinnacle has been kind, but moving her.
My dance is that of a Guinea Pig. But, I'm proud.

In the end, it's just an ongoing experiment, which sees the light and/or day.