The celebration of your birth just the other day,
You were young and enjoyed to play,
See how you have grown and the far you have come,
Is there a reason for you to keep dumb?
Your lives have become one.

The definition of this journey is the Father above,
Being the author of the expedition of love,
Your hearts have been trusted to build a home,
And, there is no room for you to roam,
Your lives have become one.

As you have chosen to vow to each other,
You are tied to be there for one another,
And, you can’t allow anything to be a canker
It is only Jesus that can be your anchor,
Your lives have become one

It’s the small things that make the big things,
Perhaps holding hands is not for the kings,
Saying “I love you” is to remember for all mornings,
And, evenings are not meant for ravings,
Your lives have become one

Doing anything will not be in the attitude of duty,
It is always in the spirit of joy and beauty,
Remembering that no one of you is holy,
But, Words of appreciation in your tongues be like candy,
Your lives have become one.

You decide to curve inside the song of forgive and forget,
Creating a nest for each other to jet,
A union of equal independence and mutual dependence,
Working your obligations in correspondence and patience,
Your lives have become one

When I utter commit, I mean to dedicate
First to Him, that gave my full birthright
And two to myself, the reason to create,
My commitment is my responsibility

I choose to commit, perhaps you may not admit
I want to melt my fears, thyself to acquit
Realize my valour, to knit again my grit
My commitment is my responsibility

I commit to trust my inner instinct,
Lest I stumble and be called extinct
I will teach me to always be prinked
My commitment is my responsibility

I commit my business to what is real
Perhaps people will get dull
Maybe I will find my answers in the baffle
And get busy making my now life blissful
For my commitment is my responsibility

When the clock is ticking,
The society can’t stop buzzing,
In the silence within
All these voices are breaking my head
The pressure is flowing

The longest time ever is waiting
When will I wake up from this dream?
Counting the steps to the finish line
Looking tired but hopeful to win
Walking myself to the goal

Deep inside the broken pieces are lost
The reflection of own face in the mirror is betraying
Anything sweet I knew have grown wings
Loneliness and anger has found a home inside

When I finally wake up
I would not wish to dream again
The dream gives but sweet memories
The reality no one knows
One day I will heal and smile again.

I am yet a fragile floret,
I don’t think I deserved a quoret,
Grant my time to blossom,
My age is still in the *****,
I have a right to realize my life.

I am just but a tender girl,
I still require a purl,
I am more than cows and goats,
This feels a bloat in my throat,
I have a right to realize my life.

Let me marry when I want,
My shoulder can’t carry the torment of the taunt,
I desire to be well trained,
I don’t want to live chained,
I have a right to realize my life.

Congratulation! See the far you have come,
You are just awesome,
I realize it has been tough,
You chose not to bluff,
You are an amazing self.

I write to let you know am proud of you,
For all you’ve been through,
Soaking up all guff to become better,
In the game you became hitter,
You are an amazing self.

I have watched you tarry for long in pain,
Pain that has chained your brain,
It’s time to release the hurt,
Time to spurt from the desert,
You are an amazing self.

You forgot that happiness existed,
When your entire world felt haunted,
Don’t **** yourself with the confusion,
You are your own cushion,
You are an amazing self.

Strong and able is your name,
I believe in your ability to reclaim,
Your past is a puzzle of a broken mirror,
Nothing in it can be myrrh,
You are an amazing self.

My pen bleeds for you to hope,
Tie another knot in your rope,
You cannot give up now,
God has a way somehow,
You are an amazing self.

Reality knocks in mind,
And my body silently begins to whine,
My hands and paper are now designed,
For all words have to be aligned,
I will always write.

The narration can never be relaxed,
But the urge is now waxed,
The struggle is suddenly axed,
When the story is climaxed,
I will always write.

The journey has no end,
And the pen is not allowed to bend,
Until all the ink descend,
Every word must be penned,
I will always write.

Write to untell the lie,
Write until the day I die,
Every day I will not defy,
But I will write to glorify,
I will always write

If I could grow wings to fly,
From inside me to the sky,
I wouldn’t wish coming back,
Not to this soul of try and cry.

I soak in all alone and forsaken,
All my strength beaten,
I surrender to sit and wander,
Will my sun ever brighten?

My shoulder too heavy to lean on,
My face bowed and filled by yawn,
Can anyone feel me?
I desire to see the angel of dawn.

I wish if someone cared,
I would share and not feel scared,
But not even one dares to relate
I am all snared but can’t be repaired.
I am shattered inside.