I tried writing about different things,
Of different kinds,
But nothing helps me let her go
Out of my mind.

The enthusiasm and gist fade, losing their core.
Whatever I write without the essence of her,
Even the audience doesn't give a heed
That's for sure.
Oh ! This yielding rage.
It feels like I am in a cage.
What is this disease?
And at what stage?
Yearnings are now beyond ages
Maybe love is just for the stoic
Just for the sage
What to do?
What to say?
I am crying,
I want my soul to slay,
My soul to slay.

Never have I seen the Landscape.
The forest—whimsical in sight
For it was you who introduced me to the trees,
the shrubs, the vines.
Dense it is, but pragmatic and real,
Same as you keep your thoughts in disguise.

Never have I seen the intriguing flies,
For it was you who introduced me to the fireflies.
Like you, they awaken the soul,
They did the same—what you do with your smile.
They killed my senses with their alluring light.

Never have I seen the waterfall.
For it was you who introduced me to the sound—
The melody of the water dew.
Swaying and grooving, the fluid moved,
Like you moved my heart away.

Never have I seen the moonlight
In this way.
For it was you who introduced me to this gaze.
Left me astonished; left me amazed.
Watched a goddess ablaze.

I asked a golden leaf — a leaf old —
"How did you get this colour?"
Sarcastic leaf said,
"The same way you get your hair grey.
I am also stuck on this Earth like you,
Living a life — bittersweet."

Taking essence of that sarcastic tone,
I murmured to myself,
"Ami, bro!! Better, let's run away.
Let's take a leave."

The moment I put my step away,
Leaf said in a sly manner, "Hey, stay!
If you want to hear my story,
Sit near me on that boulder."
I sat over that stone, shrugging my shoulder.
And he started his story with that ancient line —
"Once upon a time!"
Once upon a time, there was a guy with a book with cover of colour — wine.
With this sentence, I got a frown on my crown.
I interrupted him in between and said, "I found resemblance with that described being."
"It's you," said the leaf.
In a disgusted tone now I said, "Thank you for the brief."
The leaf replied with a grin smile, "I know why you are wasting me-time.
You are waiting, longing for someone from a long time.
I don't know but why?
Oh! That cupid's design.
Adding to this further note."
He blessed that I will meet that someone soon.
I can have his note.
In this conversation, this is the first time we both smiled.
Since then, I visit that leaf and we repeat this nonsense garbage
All the time.

I am not a poet.
I cannot dance to the lyrics of the ballad.
I cannot pen a haiku immersive—
I write longings of you,
a passionate cursive.
For I read it somewhere, "For in every universe, there is you for me."
And for me, you are the universe.

Hammered by the drink of love-
Consciousness has left me for good.
The mightier sword instead of describing woods from his blade
It elaborate your beauty and prescribe me with your accolades.
Flowers, birds and fishes lost their worth
For they are but shadows of you on earth.
Without you, so bored they are.
They don't provide me their stories anymore.
Compel me instead to use them to describe you as metaphor.
So hammered, so drunk I am
"Nothing but you remains my endeavour."

Drenched in tears
I woke again in the middle of the night.
A warm hug with you—
Now I am left with agony, weeping high.
Is this justice... to feel all this?
Though don't you worry, just yet from the sky,
I would be fine... just gonna stay awake,
Say a little while,
Say till morning or till the clock strikes nine.

Do you feel this is good?
Happy dreams feel like I live in woods.
I am left with no wish,
Just a desire to confide.
Hope you would be fine with our almighty friend.
Convey my apologies, for if any, I breach the divine.

Our path is ours—bold and divine,
Interjected some time ago.
Throwing a pale of armor,
Alluring branches of scenery.
Am I writing the same lines?

I have already written about this scene.
This is my favorite recurring dream—
To see your giggles and laughter
After closing my eyelids.

But this luck took you away—
We went off-grid.
Cruel time did a misfit.

I await you near that door,
Just by the side of a hanging bell.
Yes, it's an old-time rhyme,
For longings are my prime.

I wish when our paths align,
I could pour out my heart to you,
Preventing myself from going insane.

My friends and I, we rowed a boat.
Over a lake
Brimming with beauty – unnatural.
Floating and paddling over the greenish water.
The smiles and laughter.
The rhetorical jokes we cracked
after and after—

Funnier faces we made
Splashing water on each other like an ace.
What's on earth, was wrong with us?
Like toddlers, we played.
After few moments, we parked the boat.
And sat near a shade.
Four young lads, away from the work.
They took a replenishing break.

Thinking and sharing
About their fantasies and of course about some troubles.
But in each other's company
Fantasies got their grace.
And troubles, they went giggling into rubbles.

The mood and the setting—
When we were deciding what we wanted to eat.
It was similar to how girls buy dresses for a wedding – neat.
It was a different day
Segueing from our daily chores.
What more can I write about this day?
No words to allure this moment
Forever preserved in my core.
Forever preserved in my heart for sure.

Pain all over my senses.
Time—irrelevant.
I don't even remember the tenses.
Valour pierces me through their sentences.
Of all the odds, slim are my chances.

I survived the prior stage.
Life levels it up.
Now, it is a denser and darker cage,
Seems like a dead end.
Am I blinded by rage?

I published a vacancy for a brimming torch on paper.
Vacancy for a spirit keeper.
Trust—the only requirement,
Not to be tapered.

Apply if you have a heart.
Light within you is the only skill that will keep you on the job.
Payment would be love.
Sure, it will outlast.

Walking down the lane,
with my friend,
late at night, away from home.
Silently, we walk, gazing at the night sun,
consumed by our own thoughts.

We both sat near a pond,
serene ambience all around,
beaming moonglade over the wavy surface.
I took my pad out,
taking my words away from this worldly chase,
watching this absurd scene.

My friend called out and asked me a question,
stating he was not trying to be mean.
"What are poems? What's the need?"

That moment, I knew—
no answer would suffice,
quenching the thirst of his practical mind.
I kept my cool, I kept quiet,
still thinking about that question of time.

A hilarious thought crossed my mind—
"In straight words, I can understand,
but to understand this fish, I need a twisted tale."

A tale of my heart, not of my mind.
A necklace made of beads—the words—
required to enchant the story.

A message of tears,
a message of smiles,
a fable on rewind,
not being understood by many.
Oh, that’s fine.

For with poems only,
one can pause the timeless time.

Ink on a paper I saw,
Running down through her hand.
I envisioned beautiful stories published on a stand.
Stories, fables, prose, and poems—
All were freed by the river of ink on the land of paper.

Politics, business, travel, and life—
Lovely words enhance the spice.
Writing is just like creating a culinary recipe;
If done right, you’ll feel like Gatsby.

Nevertheless, I am just a novice learner,
Making notes, burning my soul on the burner of thought.
Can I ever have that kind of poetic knot?

Raindrops in black and white.
A release of radiant bliss,
Captured through silent lenses
Stooped on a stand,
Far in hide.

Watching this scene on my digital screen,
And writing about this notion- unknown.
Sitting still, holding a bedside.
Scratching my head, I peeked out of the window.
The captured visuals felt too real - my comfort outgrown.
Then, I saw you.
Or did I Imagine?

A scene in a cinematograph.
An image of you appeared as a holograph.

Up among the dark clouds
I heard your name thrice.

Scent of the wet soil-
They blew my mind.
Beneath my feet
I felt it warm- A subtle heat
Then, all of a sudden
Strong winds twirled taking their lead
Awakening me, opening my eyes

I smiled, for I know about that notion unknown-
I re-manifested you sitting by my side.

Breathtaking or breathless,
Caressing nature binds anything—regardless.
Amazing adventures, astonishing stories;
No one can clamour this glory.

Tiny bug, fearless yet subtle,
Sits on a branch of a hefty tree.
Rocks, flowers, shrubs, and bushes—
Dripping water drops from the petals that swing,
Asking whereabouts of my friend from a 2 A.M. cloud.

"What's up?" will he then ask the stars,
Knowing your story, they know "I am fine" is the most dreadful line.
But in the hope, when the sun goes down, a tale comes up.
With Wind acclaiming this rhyme of all that of yours is all that of mine.
Clinging to the nudge of thy desire.
Like a rain on forest fire

Sometimes my heart writes.
And yes, sometimes it's my brain.
They both write on a paper—creased and plain.
I have no control
Over the logic I unknowingly challenge,
Or the fleetings that leave me emotionally stained.
Conflicts and peace—
Both try to corner each other
In an effort to weave a lovely piece.

Betting chances—
Will it be might over disdain,
Or will create something so lame,
I'll only die with shame.
My nerves are paining in this wistful fight.
They both pen what they feel is right.
Hands, erasing and rewriting verses all the time.
Will I ever be able to complete this endless rhyme?
Stop scuffling with my thoughts—
Just for one single time.

Never would I know
About the sweet water of this well
By my own, you were the one who said it would.
Never would I believed
About doing something
You were the one who said I could
From the known to the unknown
From the low to the zenith
My eyes did see them all, they thought they never would.
You were the one who said they  would..
You were the one who whispered "see the world the way it meant to be".

Cosmos witnesses our union.
I have witnessed it from eternity.
It feels like our first embrace—
Do you remember; justice this case.
As we were together since the past—
For the years—countless but close to heart.

Our love, unpublished, unknown to any,
But it was, and is, true.
I summon myself to you.
You are the spirit of a knight,
Whose presence always outshines.
I am a beggar for mirth,
Until you called me—"mine."

Will you still call me so?
Shall we do the time?

I watched a digital flick.
Where a lens was recording a woman
Caressing a cat—white with a brown patch on her back.
Yeah! It was a nicer click.
Lost in her own thoughts,
She kept massaging the cat,
Smiling and away from this worldly chat.
The recorder kept engaging her,
Not letting her find her zone.
She, too, kept answering,
Moving back and forth,
In and out, immersed in her thought,
Trying to get away from the lens of that phone.
The inspiration, maybe the desperation.
The lady with the cat is my aspiration.
What creations she creates with her beautiful mind, one might wonder.
Nobody can ever take away her thunder.
And yes, again, somebody said it right—
She is indeed a poem alive.

If Shorter messages have deeper meanings
Then silence would be the ocean of reasoning
And ignorance would be a bliss.
I found me in you and you in me.
Avoidance - avoided.
Blessings are becoming mischief.

So? Is it the question, or the answer to a puzzled rant?
So? Is it the beginning, or just an end?
So? Is it a grim gaze, or a friendly withstand?
So? Is it a careless whisper, or a well-thought word?
So? Is it impromptu, or something well-rehearsed?
So? Is it for the show, or just redacting the old?
So? Just an expression—should I laugh it out,
Or make a sad face with a lingering pout?

Deeply drenched in sadness,
Yes! So am I.
Facing the darkness, head to head,
Yes! So am I.

Asking questions to the highness—
Who am I?
Yes! So am I.

The one who stands firm despite the scorn and hate
Yes! So am I.
The one who'll rise back soon and he will not wait.
Yes! So am I.

The one who'll conquer treachery,
Yes! So am I.
The one who'll call "Game on!" to storms
That dare to pass.
Yes! So am I.

Proud son of a passionate father,
Who he named "Ami"
Yes! So am I.

Solitude, it was meant to be.
I knew that from the start,
Then why did I believe my heart?
Whims and fancies—he whispered some fabulous tales,
So good to be true,
Do they really prevail?
I wish that I had that cup of gall.
To stop it going beyond the scale.

Leaving—a never-healing scar.
Is there a chance to connect again,
Same as before? Oh, I miss that glow.
Uff! This poetry isn't helping me anymore.

I wrote on hollowness and emptiness.
I wrote on everything—sometimes less and sometimes more,
Still, like waves of the sea, they keep coming back and forth.
This pain changes my sleepy night into an unwanted day,
And it never goes away.
Without you, I have lost a part of me.
It always feels that something is incomplete—shattered I am, without a gist.
Dreams of you—having a hug feels like bliss.
Then I wake after—senses drenched in sweat all over.
I can't write furthermore; it's so much to take.!

Flying over states on a blue flight
Hospitality and humbleness ----
Perfect blend to make a blissful ride
A culture mix slumber together
And so they break a bread that happens once in a
Lifetime.

A stranger to talk your heart out was rare to find
Conversion over a tea, was all a mesmerizing
bit..
About kings and their tales of fancies were all like airy glitz
And for a time being, A cloud got shy from our watchful eyes..
Two hours, between all of this journey ended in a meantime.
I don't know how to write my journey's end
For now I am content to have a stranger friend.

Let me be today a tattle tale,
Recite to you a story of two innocent males.
Two mature lads with a childlike flick,
Amid all chaos and bubbling pressure.
They went away for the slightest trip to leisure,
Escaping not very far—you can travel there without a car.

Walking zig-zag on a straight, empty road,
Telling stories of their mundane lives.
Thinking what to do to give life, like a kite,
A new height.
Courageous but dumb enough,
Never brave enough to say their hearts out loud.

Galavanting streets but unable to find their own whereabouts,
Funny are their faces, only the moon can see.
Only the silent wind knows their latest tweet.
Ranting over their gibberish snuggles,
They finished their street-brewed coffee.
They wore their noxious snug and said, "Guys, back to work."

Tuning the forks.
Taping up the notes.
Strumming the rhythm,
Playing the tune of an unknown melody—
All night long,
A simple song.

Raising the pitch in harmony— a humming voice.
Using chords to stay away from my own mental noise.
Ravishing words, heart-wrenching lyrics,
Soothing rhyme.
Not just about the worldly vine, but it is something divine.

A looping symphony that
Binds strangers’ heart,
Maybe by verses in the middle or the prelude—the start.

It unifies both the weary and the strong,
Something like patriotism—
Everyone feels the same for a song.

Love, quotes, and fables,
Passing through all ears.
Language, art, or magic—
Call it what you will.

Whenever I play my six strings,
I sway, lost in time,
I sway, forever.

Some meant for stars
Some meant for moon and everything bright.
Some meant for flowers
Or maybe Towers.
Each line that Romeo writes.
Should that always mean to refer - the water
The sky.
My heart meant you in open and not in any disguise.
I ride,
I ride - a long night.
Finding shimmers on the riverside.
Holding my breath, steadying my nerves
Cold breeze is on the serve
Night bird flew away singing your name.
Playing karaoke, yes, the song game.
Lights gazing me from all sides.
Though my eyes searched only for you.
Only for you
That concert night.

Brain is on, but the soul is off,
Can't recall when this life took off.
Working days in a *****'s shop,
Like a wandering hare’s hop.

Living status—absurd to convey,
Indecisive and impatient still.
How should one determine his will?

Game of Thrones? That’s not what it is.
It’s merely a game for ounces.
Popping a rubber tray toy,
To crumble the gray, let stress destroy.

What more is left to say?
Tomorrow, we’ll circle back the same,
Problems—just a recurring invite.
Everything is urgent pretending it all right.
Skilled but not more intellectual.
Attending the meeting  with a happy pout
Hey ! Fresher,
Don't be afraid of this, strive.
There much more to do.
It's just a part not role of life.

The moves when you groove,
Like a spellbinding universe showing its moves.
Where the moon sings its sweetest songs,
And the stars twinkle to the beats along.

Glitters of the ballet—a surreal sight,
"Can I have a selfie?" asks the cloudy spectator.
"Hey! Don't fight," says the night,
As the Queen of Creativity glows with glamour.

Unveiling the best of herself,
Madness all over!! What a fervour!!!
I stand and watch,
Captivated by the spell.

Is this the tale of Cinderella?
No! Because it's real.
My dreams are no match, if I compare.
I practice your moves
Before sleeping at night—
In my old, broken lair.

A flock of seven birds.
Chirping and laughing near a table.
Sometimes you would find them sitting on a cable.
Sounds unavoidable -
Definitely you would have heard.
That little flock of sparrows—such a ravishing breed.
Every summer, they used to fly to this place.
Sky was warm and sweet but not ablazing fire.
Back in the time,
A bird whose presence we have lost in our time.
A sparrow - a symbol of resilience,
A symbol of hope,
A small pookie bird.
Have you seen them fly?
If not, then there is a reason naive.
For we, the admirers, were the ones who destroyed their houses,
And treated them as mere slaves.
On top of that, we increased the heat wave.
Making their survival tough
In the region which was once full of love.
Philosophers lost the art of philosophy
Watching this apocalypse - A catastrophe.
Helpless breeders finding it hard
To make the breed survive.
Meanwhile, I am just wandering.
When will I open my own shut eye?

Brimming lights await.
On the other side of the tunnel, densely dark.
Only by crossing the pitch-black with a racing heart,
Only then can you reach the goal.
A simple rule, hard to follow.
A complete soul, in the beginning, is hollow.

It always feels like a sham in the start.
To leave and go away; being persistent is the only way to pass.
Keep moving with me; the darkness won’t last.
To people like us, that's the only fashion.
Let us be real but not away from imagination.

On this twisted, tangled road.
Trust me, just once.
I am a companion, a comrade—don’t decline.
Validation of our love—a treasure rare to find.

The test is ours to pass through.
We will do it together,
In front of this dark, dense tunnel.
Here we stand.
Let’s step forward, hand in hand.

How foolish can one be
Like I was
To believe for what I got  through was unique.
How did I forget that we all consume and feel the waves of the same sea.

Same pirates, likewise hurricanes.
Just the tide timed different

Lighthouse seeks adventures
Sailor seeks safety.
Both are fruits of brevity

Deeper you dive
The less you know.
Icy it feels when it taunts.
Every night it would haunt
Every sail seems unique but is monotonous
It was you against you.
I falsely believed it was you against us.

When I hear you weep
It takes away my peace, my sleep.
How to maneuver on the turns so steep?
Zoned out—wandering about the pain,
The one that was hurtful and deep.

Rain poured, giving birth to this WordPress,
Your tears hold priceless value.
Can I hold your hand for now?
Time will change its course, I guess.

Aghast I feel, a thing difficult to flex,
The challenge was hard, yet we welcomed the test.
Overcoming the shortcomings,
We did our part—we did our doings.

Later in time, we get a flashback,
Sleeping on your favorite bed.
Like two friends gossiping and giggling on the roadside.
Perhaps, you are right!

It is not the end of the road,
It's all about taking up the flight.
Did we walk up this path only to pass?
Staying apart, though together we did start.

For I just want to walk with you,
Holding your hand,
Away—relieved from this world's errands.
Destiny will find us soon,
Till then, we will gaze at this smiling moon.

Relaxing on my bed,
Listening to the music,
Suddenly, my cheeks felt some tears shed.
A watery shed out from my eyes,
Feeling the moisture and finding themselves red.

My cheeks asked my eyes, "What's the matter?
Why the mess?"

Then eyes said, "Ears are the culprit, they keep listening to something gloomy on repeat, that's why the shed."

Then ears replied in annoyance,
Stating its innocence, "It's the brain which is the problem."

Brain interrupted the ears' say and said, "It's not me, it's the heart which is on the loose.
For he is deep in grief, for he misses someone close. he is out of control and confused.
It is his longings which are causing you trouble.
Unapologetic heart keeps up the rubble."

She said, "His love is unreasonable."
And with a lovely grin, he replied, "To love, I need no reason."

When storm hits the town,
It will also take the one who wears the crown.
When I see in your eyes,
I forget the difference between a truth and a lie.

Unreasonable, it may be.
Perennial, it flows.
Seasonal, you say—
How could it be?

It's an ocean,
Its depth is beyond what words can show.
Emotions are practical.
Love is not a plan; you don't have to be tactical.

Unreasonable, you may say,
But to me, it is the only thing that is feasible.

I sat near the door
watching people bursting in and out
Impatient but hopeful,maybe I would see
The one who make my heart feels allures

Fingers drummed on the table's top
Hour arm made a turn on the wall clock
Eager and impulsive, I turned into elephants child
Moving and shaking my seat

Wait game is a real upbeat.
May I have the grace to see your face.

After bidding for a long
Then I struck the ace
Aurora spread all over on their arrival.
Giving me ease, a reprieve for survival.

We all are stuck between reality and reverie.
That's why we take shelter
In art, fitness, and sometimes a brewery.

We all are stuck between right and wrong,
And miss listening to and doing what we really want.

We all are stuck between society and religion,
And that's what gives birth to a rebellion.

We all are stuck between stress and rest,
Thinking work is the only game—let’s detest.

Everybody has a different path.
We all are stuck between where to stop and where to start.

Life is like a marathon, not a race.
It's not important to rev it up,
Just maintain your peace,
Maintain your pace.

What does love say?

I am true, I am not a lie.
I am a friend, but not yet fully yours.
I am a remedy, but not for the pain you need.
Until you speak,
I am there in words,
But not in voice.

What does the bird say?

High, we fly over and above in the sky.
Sometimes alone.
Sometimes in a flock
Roaming the world around the clock
Clouds like dreams, we pass through.
Believe  us - That's the only way to be happy
Away from rue.
Open your wings and just try to fly.
That's the only way to keep your spirits high
Love we spread among all in our every ride.

What does the darkness say?

I am a horizon where voices meet noises
Chaos meets peace.
I only come to you
Determining your valour and ease.

What does the grasshopper say?

I am free I am free.
Hopping through the green-ish world
I sit and ponder
settled on this big leaf
About the rain.
About those dried leaves on that windows pane
I am a hopper -happier.
Will take away your worries
Just as these winds ******* away.

What does the light say?

I stay in your eyes.
I am best seen with your eyes closed
For I lie within you.
I ignite,
I brim
Within you.

What does the Music Say?

Listen to me, for I have a message for you—
Maybe to lift you up,
Or maybe to overwhelm your nerves,
Or maybe just for fun.

Hey! Listen to me slow,
Don't jump the gun.
I will always be on your list,
Notes and beats all entwined.
Whether a fistfight, romance,
Or something divine,
I am just a bliss of a different kind.

What does the poetess say?

She recites about the world and its affairs,
Like a tragic yet lovely éclair.
She stood up with a voice to curtail the noise.
She spoke of the revelation of the unsaid and what lies wrapped,
To tell the world about its gaps.
To infuse the world with words of sense,
Whimsical treasures, and stories of might.
She stood upon a podium with a book and a pen,
Like a knight, declaring her might.
Like a knight, declaring her heart and its insight.

What does the rain say?

Calm sometimes stormy.
Let me introduce myself to my homies
I am an effect—scientifical
However, my soul is philosophical.
Evaporating heat out of heavy hearts.
Cooling the destination is my aim from the start.
Bugs and bunnies see me as a meeting sign
Making the greens lushy, Yes I do the refine.
Grey clouds hold me till the orders define.
Here I pour away.
Thank you, enjoy my time.

What does the time say?

Don't run to catch me
Walk with me! instead
Then only you will see
all that's beauty and all things ugly

What is Chaos?

Having a baffling thought
Which leads mind to rot.
An argument with self
To get your best book out of the shelf.

A searing term-
Impatience, indecision, anxiousness are in their  prime.
Even in the situation-sublime
Oh! I feel that pain.
That chemical change in my brain

To come out of this dark den-
You need a strong willed wrench.
To forge nerves for strength.
Strength to endure.
Strength to fight.
Strength to reignite your light.

What to Write About?
Should it be about you?
Or should it be me thinking about you?
Should it be about my sleepless nights?
Should it be about longing that will never cease?
Should it be about you holding my hand,
Or about you punching my shoulder after taking an adorable stance?
What to write about?
So much to say, yet too few words to convey.

What to write about?
The shawl wrapped around your neck that fuels my jealousy.
I tried to search for you across the galaxy.
Without your graceful soul,
My heart stands ablaze.
What to write about?
I sat with a dumb face.

When the Devil holds you,
Manifestation turns to greed.
Darkness, you embrace like an anglerfish indeed.
bioluminescent lure for sure
Will trap you, tapping on your need.
Then the Magician card unfolds-
A saviour - God sent.
Immersing the skills of the field
Wielding a willing torch.
Devil's dark spell, you will watch on the river afloat, Dead corpses drift and float
A deadly mark stained on hand.
A hero's hand saving the worldly fleet.

I heard a whisper, "Why return?—Heart still guarded."
Our fingers interlocked,
Sitting on a couch,
Headphones on,
Listening to the sweetest song.

Ancient and antique—both spirits together,
Writing verses of beyond,
Getting thoughts cozier in this windy storm.

A book on the side table,
With my scribbled wishes,
Engraving my thoughts on those empty pages.
Imagining the above scene, I wrote:
"When will this image become my experience?"

Up from the dream, it's just me and the storm.
Turning off the lamp,
I let this yet-to-happen memory—a cloudy form.

Who is she?
She is one of a kind.
She dwells on earth, a figure- celestial.
Once you see her, memories keep up the rewind.

Who is she?
A question that I ask when she stands strong-
A warrior that this world has ever known.

Who is she?
She is the one who does creation-Unique.
Art finds its peak
A way so rare, A way - antique
Beauty admires its own revelation.

Who is she?
She is the one who writes in a way
That lyrics find their own rhyme.
Changing and challenging the rhythm divine.

Who is she?
She is a champion of all-
Yet humble and cheerful.
"Don't anger her" that will lead to your fall.

Who is she?
She is the one who questions herself
Asking"who is she?"
While listening to that same old song.

Who is she?
A soul thief, the one who made me feel as a whole.
For I was a scathed scar.
She embraced me like a tattoo from a famous stand.
A guy who was just a  burn on a hand