Even in despair, hope hides within,
To make the impossible possible, she begins.
Defeating defeat with all her might,
Giving meaning to what's deemed a blight.

Unmoved by rejection from the crowd,
Caring not for acceptance loud.
She does what's right, even in wrong,
Unknown, infamous, yet strong all along.
The world may ignore, the world may stay blind,
But to her, her name is truly divine.

It was for a moment,
I saw what others didn't,
And then I realised,
How different you were,
How different you seemed,
How similar we were,
How similar we schemed.

Like a moth to fire,
Your hidden sides lit m desire,
Desires to know more of you,
Desires to solve and uncover you.
It was as if I found the mission,
As if the reason I lived was for this mission,
To uncover the secrets hidden inside,
To see the real self, masks aside.

Uff! This life,
Not every moment brings happiness.
I don’t even need happiness every moment,
I just need the one, who brings happiness in moments.

The one who stays with me,
In the troubles of my heart, with troubles of my mind,
In the painful days, in the nights that betrays.

When,
There is peace everywhere,
but my mind remains restless every moment.
It’s the story of every night,
when even in silence, my mind stirs.
The stories of the entire day, of the bad days, that haunt me,
Bad memories, bad things, bad companionship, that taunt me,
Every moment reminds me,
of what I wish to forget,
What should I do with this mind,
this heart, that torments?

Only,
In that moment, I need a support,
To conquer those moments,
I have to cavort,
To calm my mind, to life my heart, I need a support,
To live, to grow, to do, I need a fort.

I am not asking for wealth, nor am I asking for riches,
I want that, who will stitch my stitches,
I set out in the world, searching for it,
I don’t know its whereabouts, yet searching for it.
I walked alone for it, for something that has no trace,
I have only this hope in my heart, that someone will come across my pace...

Lost was time and sense of peace,
At start, it was chaotic, calm ceased,
Slowly and slowly, condition got better,
But it only did, cause I fought the fetters..

Giving a flower,
It was a simple gesture for her,
For she was kind and sweet flower girl.
She didn't know,
That's how he fell for her,
Loved her forever,
Even though he was Demon King of Hell.

A single tear from eye,
The man ran, as if running for life,
Left all work and stuff he had,
For he knew what that tear meant.

In his house, she sat on bed,
Bandage in hand, cream on the cut,
The cut from knife, was small but deep.

The bell rang, she looked up,
Hurried steps, hurried words,
"ARE YOU OKAY?" she heard the shout,
Her eyes fell on phone, many missed calls.

A sweet smile appeared on her lips,
A sigh escaped, for making him worry, again

"Today was same like other..."
On her grave, he continued his words and sitting on the grave, she listened.
He could feel her presence,
She could see and hear him,
But they would never meet in this life.