In times when fairy tales begin

In times like never after

A girl of highest, modest kin

Appeared with an enchanting laughter

 

She lived alone, estranged from all

Of wits and virtues many

The mightiest of stars will want to fall

On Earth, to meet her, very

 

Beneath a dark, majestic field

She walks, her feet abating

And from afar, a heart was sealed

By her; a distant boy awaiting

 

He gazes at her distant rays

Illuminated by her love

Though he is far, his soul’s ablaze

Engulfed by lust thereof

 

He sees her now, he sees her then,

He holds inside a feeling

Of want, of need, had to rethink again

He eyes her gorgeous beaming

 

Next day, his elbows touching

The ground before the seas

His soulmate’s glaze he’s clutching

In his mind, the time to freeze

 

He wakes up to a couple questions

Of Why? Why no one else? Why her?

And thus he made confessions

To himself; the answers were a blur

 

May it be other’s admiration?

No, he felt beyond this detail

Her reputation, adoration?

A reasoning unlike prevailed

 

Such little known he knew for sure

Beyond, he could not comprehend

Her smile, though, him shall allure

And so, he tried to understand

 

He tries to dream, to see, to let

His imagination fly as loose

As any captured bird which fled

From its captivity, its wings to use

 

And he listens and trembles and

Still craves for her love more

And as quick as lightning he

Plunges into his adore

 

He swims and sinks and concentrates

On reaching the abyss

For there he tries and hopes to find

The answers to his graceful bliss

 

The waters, while as dark as his

Life without his love

Appealed and drew him in

Like Aphrodite to doves

 

And his elegant eyes’ gleam

Chimerically deep

Prove two deprived and hungry agitations

That into but dark peep

 

As he reached the end of his long journey

Intrigued by what he’ll find

He suddenly starts staring

At a light, making him blind

 

Approaching it as such

With caution but long admiration

His body starts to shake and tremble

His fear beyond any cessation

 

His ears are pounding to the beat

Of Greeks approaching Troy

His mouth was dry, his lips dry too

But his eyes still full of joy

 

For what he saw before him

Was the grandest of the world

A paradise, a haven

His toes and arms had curled

 

And so he entered Eden’s Garden

And joyfully complied

To nature’s laws, ethereally happy

A mighty oak he eyed

 

He picked a place to sit

And euphorically engulfed

His mind and body in the forest

Thus peace through his veins pulsed

 

And to the tree he said

“What is this place? Why am I here?”

Confusing life and dream

Hoping he would get an answer…

That all of this is real

 

The tree’s life suddenly

Abating from its still

Looks down, then up, and all around

Attempting to resolve the boy’s yearning ill

 

“From your sphere hardly come you to

Understand my call and see

Beyond your world, a haven

Your life is here carefree

 

“So, now, that you have shown

Your lively corpse to me

You shall close your eyes and see

What you’ve been looking for

 

“I’ll open up to you at last

Depict in greatest deal

Your reasoning behind your lust

Behind your greatest feel”

 

In a palace of corale

He saw innumerable floors

Filled with people, rooms, and doors

With fairly ghostly corridors

 

Beyond such sombre first impression

He entered one such room

Where, in the heat of a debate

Milton Friedman’s ears would fume

 

His burning soul would penetrate

The every last of leftists, all

And show the world his passion

And Keynesians his grand appall

 

These matters such intrigued the boy

As he could not reveal

To friends of his, at home, such matters

Or blurt away some spiel

 

Which no one but the people

In that room would understand

Who would even bother to divert

His argument, his thinking to amend

 

Thus, he sat down

Bewildered by the men

Who sat in front of him and talked

About the economic state again

 

Continuing his little journey

Through ports of beauty, soul and fibers

Through gates of gold, of knowledge, of Chi culture

And libraries with modern scribers

 

He passed by research labs

And focused men in bright white robes

By geeks,by nerds, and some computer dorks

A mini cannon which balls lobes

 

So very many people

Such large amounts of hustle, bustle, and the dealing

With physics, science, economics

Seemed scary, yet in many ways appealing

 

Life never seemed on pause

In the Windy City, this land of Oz

His Emerald City, the magic touch

To an exciting future which Chi would be the cause

 

Outside, the snow was white

As pure and clear as this boy’s mind

As graceful as the girl he loved

More innocent than all mankind

 

And thus he knew, this was his home

This was the place he oh so yearned for

His whole life, the missing part

From a perfect life, oh how he wanted more

 

And out he went, he went, deep down

Loving an enchanting dream he forged

He plucked himself out from his life and

Closed his eyes, his old home disgorged

 

The dream was true but for a second

For the morning alarm has rung

Time for school, reality has struck

Time to counter life’s beat of the same old song

 

Today he was to ask

His love for him to take

With open arms and heart

This want he could not shake

 

As he envisioned now

His future with his better half

He came to the conclusion

He couldn’t shout another laugh

He couldn’t mouth another word

He couldn’t write another gaffe

In his memoir; her name is all he heard

 

And so, he pleads to ask her for acceptance

For willingness to give a chance

To a relationship with much potential

To something which even at first glance

Of perfection seems quintessential

 

And now he walks his life’s first plank

So unknown is the end ahead,

It’s all alright, he mutters in his head

He’s shown to like the rush of the unknown,

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And with the deepest breath, hits send