She was brave
She was strong
She could pass by as fragile,but she wasn't
Her weaknesses were her strengths
She was chaotically radiant
She was awesome, but couldn't judge it herself
She was gorgeous, but couldn't watch it herself
She was determined
But fate snatched her early to the pitying sky
She was modern with a traditional freeze
She was intelligent in business skills
She was mad, madly in something
She was sad, but at times happy and bad
She was fragmented in pieces
Many a times she built it herself,
Her sadness indubitably smelled
She used to keep herself inebriated
She kept everyone indulged in work in a uneventful way,
She was a judgement not to be taken
She felt kaput deep inside
She was a hindi phrase spoken in english
She was lay, not sung
She was once loner, then a lover and again a loner
She used to moan till morning nine
Her moles were proved wrong
But she was still strong,
Her crystal heart was noxious for herself
She was made up of galaxies of passionate energies,
She was left in a paradise with broken angels
Her sensitivity made her both happy and sad,
sometimes it built her up and sometimes destroys
She was hard to handle, but not bad to mingle
She kept her emotions strong at every sense
She was uncommon,
the type that's hard to understand, but so easy to love
She loved intensely, felt deeply, laughed loudly and cried slowly
She doesn't belong to their world
She was a unstable star
She danced along with her art,
She felled back to nothing and yet be reconceived again in full glory
She was simple in her own way
Oh! She was brave
She was strong.