If I was more,
Will you love me?
Will you even care?
Someone as iridescent as you
As all the purity lies in you
Has taken over with a glow
Your smile is more true
Because of her
The mysterious 'her'.
Who is she that captivated your heart?

If I was beautiful,
Will you love me?
Will you even stare?
Someone as infinite as you
All the love that lies in you
Has taken over me
Your heart beats solemnly
Because of her
The lovely 'her'.
Who is she who made your heart beat?

If I was her
Will you love me?
Will you notice me?
Will you hold my hand
As you held hers on a cold rainy night?
Will you kiss me
That passionate as you desired that beautiful evening?
When will you say,
"I do... love you"?
... Will you ever love me to ashes?
                                                          ­       *But I will.

A girl, so blissful and sweet
Has full of problems and temptation
She was hated for her mistakes
For that, she was umpired.

But the thing is, she is brave
I watched her face her problems,
Watched her hold her ground,
Watched her battle for justice

I watched her to a point
Where she wants to end her life.
I stopped her with every possibilities
That I can think of to prevent fate

She was noble
I praised her for such
Being a different person
I was proud of that

Everyday, I smile at her
She doesn't know that
I always look up to her
That not many people notice her glory

I've never been so astonished
In all of my life
Meeting this very unique person,
The dauntless.

I'm a cloud of useless waste of particles.
I float freely, I fall slowly.
I'm a useless dust of chalk. Wasted.
What is my purpose?
After my knowledge?
After I have made my marks on the board?
What am I bound to do?
After I sit steady in the cold, dark place that I stain? That I ruin?

I'm a useless powdered material.
I stay stationary, I move slightly.
I'm a useless left over matter of chalk. Unimportant.
No appreciation for my knowledge.
No notice for my wisdom.
Is my purpose to be unseen?
Is my purpose to irritate eyes and wreck souls?

I'm a chalk dust in a dark, cold corner...
Soliloquy is my game.
What I play. every time. everyday
Intentionally left behind,
By my knowledge, my wisdom, my faith, my truth.
I'm now
A Nobody.

I vanish, and I flourish and I fly.
I'm a chalk dust with no purpose.
And so, the soul had fled the existing body.
And in the end, I see...
My useless soul, my life...
Under appreciated


** jnldm