STORYMIRROR

SULOCHANA M KRISHNA

Fantasy Thriller Children

4.5  

SULOCHANA M KRISHNA

Fantasy Thriller Children

Being a yummy cake is not an easy task 🎂 !!!!

Being a yummy cake is not an easy task 🎂 !!!!

2 mins
13


My voyage from mixing to perfect batter.
This is where the story begins.
Endless stires aiming clear consistency.

The brutal baking setup.
The raising fire house.
Round, rigid and defined.
Strongly shaped while burning.
Feeling relaxed, heat waves-
vanishes fighting with mild moist.

Alas, heartless palatte knife-
shatters me into million pieces.
All alone, lost and fragmented.

Dripping sugar syrup -
creates hopeful charms.
Turning dense distortions into
defined beauty.
Soothing magic unravels rejoice.
Candy whipping creams-
dressed me cute and elegant.
Concealing my scratchy scribbled past-
Grooming colourful attires .

Yes , here i am much prettier.
Rolling table revolves countless -
turns, i felt a roller coaster ride.
Arms tangled tight without losing my grip.

Top layer with beautiful letters.
Name revealing my sweetest arrival.

Oh again! Something extremely weird this time.
Placing me into red refrigerator.
shivering pale in freezing point- 
As if i reached cold Antartica.
Only i knews.
Giant glaciers are not my cup of tea.
I'm simply a cake,not a polar bear!!

After long hours of prisonment-
came out of ice castle.
Into the warm wide kitchen.
Harder and more stable.

The glossy yellow lights elopes-
being a sudden surprise.
Is it a night sooner ?
Or a daytime in miles distance?

Sooner i felt slight movements.
scarier moments step up step.

Lights on defining the doorways .
Aesthetic view i ever witnessed.
Blue balloons, pastel flowers -
noisy children and bouncy folks.

Someone's blessed birthday -
around the curated corner.

Time to celebrate the clappy hands-
Cheerful bonds and birthday boy.

Again????
Polished knife pierced my creamy bark-
tackling slushy delight.

Desperately dull.
Can't hunt the n reasons.
It's alright,
I can atleast be proud sacrificing myself-
gifting everlasting tender joy-
in spontaneously splashing toddler.

I am the birthday candles -
miserably melting -
lighting up mesmerizing moments.

I am born warrior,
sweet yet courageous.
to gracefully adorn hardships -
embellishing someone's smile.


Rate this content
Log in

Similar english poem from Fantasy