love was there,
I couldn't see her,
got caught  once again,
in red mist,
kicking for reactions,
with a litany long, list,
love doesn't act like this,
she hugs you closer,
plants a kiss,
on kicking boot, when hurled out door,
her sweet voice moans,
I love you more.
loves you, when you're at the gate,
swings on the axe,
that pounds out hate ,
love held you closer,
talks soft and low,
she understands your feeling so,
"at least" she whispers,
"you act so real,
when tormented by, the way you feel",
She never judges, never warns,
sits with you
all night and day,
she doesn't tell you "life is grand",
just feels your pain
holds your hand,
illuminates your pardon if you need,
kisses your wounds,
when you bleed,
she holds your face, tousles your hair,
rebuilds your temple,
with special care
hugs warmly, when you shake with fear,
i didn't know,  that she was there,
following down to depths of earth,
walks with you in fire,
rubs off the dirt,
she carries a light profound, from skies above,
the twinkling of stars,
white feathers, peace dove.
She is there for everyone,
all are equal under this sun.

they were vicious,
hateful , cruel,
she  naive, the loving fool,
they ran rampant, they gained ground,
the others sought the, rich ,cool ,sound.
They kept coming with bait,  gbh, truth serums,
for innocent and purity, unjust deliriums.
They held her up, like a trophy bound,  
and gagged,
the posts they sent, instantly flagged.
lies in the mud, dragged.
Light comes from above, eternal, unending,
penetrating rays, with love, all tending.
Truth dug deep, down in dirt,
speckled with blood and *****, her shirt.
Her shell undone, her tale unfolded,
her words unfurled , they felt scolded.
They hurled their fire and brimstones,
their mirrors, they shattered,
with their homes.  
They screamed 'you get what you deserve',
first time, she found comfort, from their words.
She no longer notices them, like many times before,
had always shut,  that mocking mobs door.
stretched upward shoots, found home in still waters,
three lotus blossomed,
Her gentle hold, for two daughters.

When she's happy,
she writes
When she's sad,
she writes
When she's hurt,
she writes
When she misses,
she writes
When there is no wink of sleep in the middle of the night,
she still get in touch with her ink and a paper

She has found her hiding palace,
in the hands of her beautiful black diary
She has found comfort,
in the fascinating creation of her pen
That exquisite glance she get everytime she get in touch with her writings,
gives her a new breeze out of nature
The feeling of having to express her feeling without judgement,
gives her new outlook on life
Words are her chariots
Inks are her swords
Writting is the stain in her veins

Learn to grow like a lotus,
if life hurls you in a bog...
Learn to bloom like roses,
in spite of being in the thorn...

Practise to stay in ash
and still burn like cinder..
Practise to stay under constraint as
coal and still get results as diamond...

Take few steps back, not to
step down, but to leap...
Take your defeats to grow
stronger, not to weep....

Be the injury ,which makes
the comeback sweeter...
Be the artillery ,such that even
your shadow is considered as leader!!