They say Ballet is effortless,
since they can't
feel her aches and her agonies,
which she is going through.
A perfect body balance
over every single muscles,
stomach in, elbows up,
lifting the whole weight
on her cracked toes.
Keeping her leg straight
higher,
higher and
higher.
"A shooting star", she is yelling,
and I can see her wishing for
a new pair of feets
instead of new pair of shoes.
Being flexible as hell,
she is jumping
five feets
up in the air splendidly,
and coming back on
bleeding feets smilingly.

It's hitting me slowly
from inside
to watch you in bliss,
without me,
from outside.
Once, I meant a world to you.
But now my chapter is shattered.
I believed myself
to be your life's
only story,
though, my tale was written with
no glory.
You left my heart
drowning in the lake of
colourless hopes,
and I stayed there
in the depth,
thinking for the
help and
ropes.

One day when
the daylight flashed,
I disappeared.
I had to leave my family
and my deep blue behind,
to join the
mass of mist
in the vault of heaven.
My feets were cold
and eyes were
amazed.
I took a long breath
and relaxed,
as I was not lonesome.
Then, clouds thundered
lightings striked
and poured out big
lumps of
rain.
I met dazzling stream
that took me to the home
again.

Let me wipe
your tears,
bring all your sorrows
out.
Let me command your
demons
to walk away,
kick your sadness on
a couch.
Let me kiss your
scars,
heal your cracks with
my love.
Let me rock your
soul,
touch your inner being,
shake your spirit
and wake you
up.

I promise
to walk together,
under the mid day sun,
along the long
sea shore.
Holding your hands,
I'll never let you fall.
When you'll be walking alone,
along the
thorny bushes,
you'll have voids
and bruises,
I'll heal them all
with the first aid
of my heart.

Standing amidst
the yellows,
feeling warmth of the air
that blows.
The stubborn winds,
refusing to go unheard.
Leaving me puzzled.
I can hear
her broken promises
which once I'd adore.
Her words hitting me hard
which, now I could only ignore.

Do I know the winds?
They're whispering some things.
But do they all know,
the thing I can do is,
Ignore.

Falling slowly,
For the glimpse of her eyes, that takes me to divine,
In this inevitable world, those eyes showing me path and how to shine.

Falling slowly,
For the touch of her hands, about which the God told,
In this crowd of unknown people, those hands are making me bold.

Falling slowly,
For the pink colour of her lips, that melts my heart,
In this universe of meaningless words, she comes from a place of art.