She was the one
always working hard
obeying the elders
never letting her heart lead
sacrificing her wishes
suffocating the dreams
as she was the good girl
They told her
to follow her heart
always ...
to let go and
live to the fullest
only complicating
her already arduous life
as it made stronger
her rebellious side
making it hard for her
to obey the orders
for once she listened
and let her heart have its way
and it was then
they called her a **Bad girl

Let me write a happy poem
and paint it seven colors

Red for the burning passion
and orange shows emotions

Yellow for the friends i made
and green for peace and truce

Blue showing the calm ocean
that steer my ship slow motion

indigo wings that help me fly
so high in violet sky

Seven colors to paint my life
and hide the blackening rife !!

the words
creating havoc
echoing in the vast emptiness
of soul as they strike
against the high walls
built to keep them
within,
Turning deaf ear
to the inner chaos
she wore a smile
and
became the part of **crowd

I don't know how or why
but he saw himself in her
though they were miles apart
destined to remain strangers
forever...
He felt protective of her
because he knew
what pain could do to her
as he had been there
at the verge of pain
He feared her suffering
from self torture
because he loved it too,
he tried his best to save her
because by saving her
He was Saving Himself !!

They called him
procrastinator
but he only was
apprehensive of the fact
that his words
may go unrewarded
he always was so reluctant
to mold his feelings into words
and voice them out
that was only why
she never heard one reason
of why she should stay
losing her all hopes
tired of aimless wait
she decided to leave
he tried to say those words
but it was too late
drowning in the sea of regrets
his apprehension transformed
into full blown fear
about his words
going to waste
and remain unnoticed
it was then he decided
to follow his heart
and to never let his fear
make him lose
what he loves !!