Not far were the days of soothing summers,
When I found a crystal ball, showing nothing but fading colors.
Something lured me to make a purchase
When “It’s fragile, think before you keep it”, they said.
Fearing that I might break it, I kept it away
Cold in the dark, it turned smudgy, away from the ray.
I took the leap and asked what it has to show
The crystal immediately lit up with a subliminal glow.
It showed me clear skies and violent storms
But what caught my eyes, were the starry nights, not of usual norms
To get the best, one must rise above the clouds, I knew
Forgetting what’s right, that’s where it got wronged. Oops, Was that a cue?
The days that followed were the days of highs and lows
But sometimes, the best thing to do is to go with flows.
Each time, I looked into the Crystal, it showed me a different picture
Jumbled and puzzled, I always longed for some new fixture
Trying hard to keep it safe, I thought of using it less
Oh, that! I omitted the details, which was to create a mess.
Lost in my world, I relied on some ideas as stupid as an excuse
After all, it was what I decided to choose.
Then one day, when I expected the least
I found it broken, Alas! Was it a beast?
I could have asked my crystal, but that was gone
What’s gone is gone, what’s the point in frowning upon?
Things change when you lose your crystal,
You’re on your own now, facing the frigid Mistral.
It may take a week or years more than six
To reach to a point, where you finally get fixed.
It’s been days since I lost my Orbuculum
Sorry, need to correct, lost the Orbuculum.
You can never tell what’s yours and what’s not
But you can always rely on the lessons, it taught.
In hindsight, I should have a better foresight then
But how could I, being oblivious to what the Crystal showed again and again?