A little bird in the cage,
A cage with invisible bars
getting dense with every passing second,
The more she tries to free herself, the more it bites on her skin,
leaving scars, imprinting her mind and soul,
The cage has thorn around it,
Getting sharpen with every edgy spell of her kinship
The more they do, the more sharp are the thorns,
the more they cut, the heavier she bleeds.
The more they misinterpret her shrieks,
The more her wings get shattered.
A helpless little bird in the cage,
Lies in the pool of her blood,
Trying to get out of unbreakable rage.

My Home....
The shield I had over my emotions was broke,
I turned around, consumed by fear of losing control over the last threads.
But,
He pulled me into his arms and hugged me close.
The intoxicating smell of him lingered in my mind,
I immediately relaxed in those strong arms.
The melodies rhythm of his heart was cherry on the top,
and I felt drifting away.
"Feeling better now, my Lil' fighter," He asked.
His voice was just above a whisper,
but that baritone voice sent a shiver to my spine.
I looked into his eyes,
His hypnotic gaze held my own.
His hands touched my ******* and I instantly felt butterflies swirling around my stomach.
He smiled, bemused by mischievous acts of his own and my reaction.
He came closer and joined his forehead to mine and said
"I always with you, no matter what."
That moment I knew, I found it,
My Home!

In a world full of love,
like cold and distant stars
his love burned like a sun, The devil's love.
The devil, she fell in love with, years ago,
The devil, she was waiting for years.
Now he is standing before her,
offering his hand for her to take.
His love will engulf her,
His darkness will consume her, she thought.
For he knew that she does not,
She is light, his light.
And darkness can never overshadow the light.
She stood there with a conflicting mind.
She can take his hand and be with him,
Or, she can reject him and be alone in this cold dark world without him.
The thought of losing him again sent chills to her spine,
She sighed and placed her hand in his.
For she knew, she is his
From the moment he held her in his arms years ago.
She gave him her heart, body, soul.
Losing him means losing herself,
She does not have a choice.
She never had a choice.