Wondering for the first time,
Those impetuous screamy nights.
Thrashed by those demons,
In my intense eyes.
Was i insecure with my gloomy heart?
Or mistaken to take a birth.
For all those dummy souls on the sphere,
That preety girl was just a hoax.
Shattered her tears in the grief,
With millions of pieces in her broken heart ,
She was torned away being a delicate leaf.
Looking at her soft graceful hands, why is the lifeline so long? Thought herself.
Her scribbled love for her life, changed everything in a while.
Engraved in emotions, flowing with feelings,
Drenched her screaming mind.
Lights, camera and action,
Fantasies of her to be in spotlight,
Dazed away in a second, as monsters beside.
Dreamed her psyche, a theme music.
"Rock the world, yeah! With those amazing frills,
Turn on the song, forgetting about your high heels,
Oh girl! You are damn special,
Just reach the crowned hills".
With the face of deadliest smiles,
She decided to carry her aching heart throgh miles.
Copyright © Swati Jain | Year Posted 2017