Revolutions

People might say anything...
And, they WILL say many things... But fate had nothing to do with it.

She was born in a cold night when no one was close by to look after her. What or who gave her birth is still a secret. That incident has many witnesses and a prime witness in a moon, but I am sure none of them can divulge anything to anyone. Believe me again, fate had nothing to do with it. Like a ray of light steadily dominating and then overpowering the darkness, she was born to rule!

It doesn't matter now if she is cold and ruthless. Some might find her unattainable and some might call her a mere facade for rut that is growing by the day. But dare forget her for a second and a slash of a whip will make you remember even the non-existent tales. For cold and ruthless is she for sure...

I sometimes wonder to myself for why she doesn't feature more often in my ramblings? I am constantly digging up matters to hold against her. I am pursuing through every inch and I have the things which can fill pages of million gossip magazines and could be burned in billion flares to finally eradicate all the black from this Republic. Then why not? When a child who had never seen the light asked me that question, I told him that, I was worried about the amount of soot that burning will cause. I am an environmentalist you see? I care about nature, these mountains and greens... That child didn't knew of soot either... Turned out to be blind... Like me... The irony of black soot eradicating all the blacks of the thoughts was lost upon him... Just like me...
Maybe I could write it all down and sell a new religion. Where she would be a prophet and I would be her apostle... With that child in tow... Naturally blind... Anyone deaf out there? You will help complete the quorum! That will wait though... And whenever it will happen, no matter what people will say, but fate won't have anything to do with it...

Coming back to the queen, she made me look for a key. Didn't say more about it but just sent me to find the key. And I searched for years. I found nothing. That nothing had to fit somewhere and had to open something. That something had to reveal some secrets and god knows why but some types of secrets are always hideous. At the end of all those hideous monstrosities came out a gentle but mesmerizing butterfly. It was a cold night and there was nothing to tend her. Still she could fly, she could live, she could contaminate, she could rule... She could... She would... Some another blind will again give her a birth and no one but moon will be the prime witness...


Again!?
Don't take me away you fools!
That prison is not the place I want to visit again.
Ever read any myths?
These ramblings are not supposed to be taken seriously!
Oh come on!
Even at the thought of new religion you will not loosen up a bit?
Its only you who is gonna rule!


and not even your damn queen!