What fine lady you are
My oh my
Such slender and curve
The wolf would like to kiss it tonight.

Wolf howl and peek
At the wonderful lady
Who shall fall victim tonight
What can the innocence do
But to run for her life ?

Mr wolf Mr wolf can you spare her life ?
All she hopes for is just a peaceful night.

On the final day
She took one last shot
Under the cold night sky
Hoping to hear his voice

With tears running down her face
And a last prayer to him was said
With her hesitant touch
And a final kiss good bye
She looked at the picture
With her weary eyes

The lady packed her memories
She closes the doors
Leaving the empty house
Leaving it for good.

With a blank canvas
I start my life
With nothing holding me back
I paint my life

I yearn for this canvas
For it dictates my colours
Be it rainbow or mono
I am counting the moments

With a fresh start
I rewrite my story
From dull to light
I await for this chance

So come with me on a journey
With fun and excitement
With sorrow and pain
I shall walk my way through
All for that one minute of fame.

Through the rough and tiring road
Never have I regret
My decision of next phase of life
Changes was meant

Standing infront of the people
Who constantly made me laugh
I showed tears of joy and cried in their arms

So Thank you for the moments
I will not forget
This is not my last thank you or goodbye
It's just a way to show you guys
I care.

As I sink in desperation
Trying to steal a breathe
I close my eyes
Counting one to ten

I imagine you right next to me  
Never once have I felt this way
The need for someone to hold me now
Till now I can't comprehend

I am nervous and flustered
To you and only you
I hope you will soon realise
The agent of fortune i see in you.

I am just a normal girl
who hopes to be your muse
So would you look into my eyes
And turn me into your one and only jewel ?

I pulled the curtains aside.
Laser sunset.
Clouds crimson through
Orange peel lit mists.  

Some city-in-the-clouds-
Sci-fi-scenery. Phiew.
Then, my focus shifted
To the crown of the much closer

Cherry tree;
Insects swirling in dance.
One score of Tinkerbells dancing
With one miniscule Peter Pan each.

One loving one
Loving another.
I smiled into the detailed sunset.
I smiled at the whirlwind

Of insects.
I smiled out of
My own everyday
Window.

How silly is the
Poet... Feasting from eyes
To heart. Tears, trembling hands
And all. At "nothing."

Liar liar pants on fire
the nursery rhyme , We used to say
White lie black lie
Colours of different degree

Is it for the good or is it for the bad ?
Are you a pretty liar ?
Are you a ugly liar?  
Simply no one can vow for that.

Truth be told
we are protective
Either for pride or love
For that one person to not tell a lie
Is simply never told.