Was a lullaby for her
To drift away to a wonderland
She arrived at the place
Where they found love.
It was late.
Dusk was arriving slowly as a monster ready to swallow the world.
She waited for him. Chest burning.
Till that monster swallowed the world.
Rain fell hard.
One by one teardrops fell.
She hugged herself; shivering.
Cold; dark; alone.
She lt her pain out but only the darkness heard it.
Till she is out of breath.
Till her legs go numb.
All she ever asked for was a smile.
Just one bright smile
Like the morning sun
That shines everyday.
Till it rises.
She didn't know
She was waiting for the eternity.
The darkness heard her cries,
The pillow knew her tears.
Her sobs, her pain,
Darkness hid them all.
It was her last breath.
The last time they saw her.
The last time they heard her.
A woman is more than just a word.
She has no place in this world. To scream. To cry.
She has to cry secretly.
And smile out to the world.
She heals all the wounds.
Does anyone see her pain? Her wounds?
Everyone is busy with their own wounds
They forget that the woman has them too.
It was their anniversary.
She came upto the tree of memories. With heart full of love and passion.
He was there with a beautiful red rose.
She was in his arms;his lips found hers.
They traced upto her ear and softly wbispered: "happy anniversary love".
She smiled into his cheek and gave a peck.
Looking into his eyes she saw a queen in the king's eyes.
"Happy anniversary. I love you", she said into his lips.
Hit her like sharp daggers.
Pain. Wounds. Tears. Healed.
She blooms everyday.
Just like the red rose of Wilde's little nightingale's.
Who are women?
Not just a source of happiness.
Not just a source to use your lust.
Not another victim to lay your stick.
She is source of life.
She is the reason for tears and laugh
She can be your diary.
The flower of woman is crushed
By the society, she is helpless
Afraid to raise her voice...
Let her speak! Listen to her!
For she cannot be left alone
While the whole world spins around.
She was left alone in a dark room
Noone to talk; noone to listen...
Her lil' world trapped inside.
Who are we? We're human beings
who love to be with the many...
But, a little bit of loneliness can
change some in our lives...
Because, that little bit of
loneliness makes us think aloud.
She was waiting for him in the alley
That night, Cold, Dark.
He arrived with warmth and
Her stomach butterflies.
She leaned into him
And let go of her tears.
He held her strongly.
But, she was blind to see
Blood trickling down his arms.
He was walking past a footpath
When he found his little princess
He bends down,
Her wings were torn apart,
Her heartbeat a fading tik tok.
She found a new home,
He never left her side till she opens her
One day warm sunlight kissed her face.
She woke up to see only the bars .
She sees her friends enjoying the
Her eyes filled with tears.
But inside the tug of war.
Leave him? Stay with him?
Love wins in the end.
I wish I fell for morninglight
I wish that you were the morninglight
Though you disappear like magic
I can feel you everyday
I can fall for you over and over again
She sits in the garden,
Numb hands, Numb lips.
"Is it another goodbye?"
Tears trickle down her cheeks,
Heart warm. With her love for him.
Trees alone, No leaves.
One rose;bright red
A shadow fell, She smiles.
On the white carpet
Drops of red wine were spilled.