Her Through and Thorough
Big secrets, in rose tinted glass,
the grandeur of life just a mirrow view apart.
A sweet fragrance of falsehood guards the heart,
Beauty is at the price of someone's dark.
There she is, looking through the façade,
the one they called foolish, the best observer at heart.
Sitting amongst the shiniest strokes, is an abstract,
Yet such blind is world, that no one can tell it apart.
The gossips float, running faster than the chased hare,
Soon the truth disappears, announcing arrival of the dark.
She walks, followed by the hustle of winds,
The room goes quiet, as the others dissipate.
Lightening strikes, fear shivers the candle flame,
Windows crackle, welcoming the stormy rain.
Clock chimes three, and she smiles in glee,
The loner of all is often the know it all, yet no one gains.
Storm of the night follows her in pursuit,
Confident she walks, indeed it's evil in beaut.
Curious wind whispers of the magical tree,
Talks of magestic & venomous fruit it yields.
Her eyes as fierce as red wine on fire,
The sadness of wretched heart flows out her veins,
Time haults,
slowly shadows hails the devil's name.
Tremors wreck the halls,
here comes the wretched rain,
Where once the childhood danced,
now only lies remorse and pain
She walks to welcome it all,
Remorse, deceit and curses overflow,
Accepting all the yin and yang,
Soon she becomes the eye of the storm.
Copyright © Himanshi Sharma | Year Posted 2022
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