Maybe The cindrella i know is not that sweet and brave and like the bough of the tree but , a sweet-bitter candy and like a twig which crumbles down easily , at the precipice of youth but doesn't express it's grimace. Absconding from its own self and sitting in the chasm of its soul , Sometimes waiting for that brace.
Or a maniac , living it to the fullest ,cohering the wings of the clouds and not confined . Acting dauntless but like the floating feathers falling from the sky, Acting like thorns but has a heart like a rose. Bleeding u to death and has devoured itself. Lost in the chasm ,in agony and waiting for you.
It doesn't have an aureole but a crown of horns and plays around the dark clouds of fantasy..
I see you picking up your pieces one by one, I see your scars, I know it's hard sometimes, But believe me, i will always stay by your side, And won't let those pieces pierce you deep inside. Cause you are my symphony and I am your firework Exploding in your blue sky.
I will stand brave in front of your demons and Lacerate them one by one . Join your pieces all together And make you one.
I will be your brightest star in the sky Even in the darkest of nights. Cause without me You got no hand to hold.
But if someday you need more time I will wait.. Cause ain't i your little monster.
Words I chose are : Poets Sentence:Stars shall gulp up your Misery
'I Love you' I lived an anfractuous life. Pain. It followed me since the word "love" It has been my constant companion since then It follows me around. Soon , I became Society's Gadfly. An Irritating fly. People swatted me away With irritation and disgust. I continued to fly Lived to Love. And Loved even more. Until a dream, Where rainbows Greeted me with Pride. Said Stars shall gulp up your Misery. And Poets. Your Pain.
The immortal souls on the line, Fighting for the millions of lives, Hindu or Muslim or Sikh, Stood shoulder to shoulder, Forming an alliance To kill the hostiles.
Bullets in their chests, Still holding their weapons tight, The words “promise to return” Of their mothers, And the faces of their widow wives Is deepening the bullet to their heart.
Killed those demons and Fell down kissing the ground, Spelt their last words “Vande Mataram”, And attained eternity.
Oh, how pure those souls are! Sacrificed their holy lives, Just to see their flag high and independent, That now waves with the wind of their last breathe.
Shed their priceless blood, For the people, they don’t know, And leaving behind the people, To whom they meant a whole life.
How can we normal people repay them? When they are Gods in human bodies. How can we repay them? When they sacrificed their lives, To break our bars. How can we repay them? When they left their loved ones To let us love each other freely.
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I can travel on the paper, That is floating on the water, On which Words of truth, And inks of blues are other travellers.
A sea of life, On which we are gushing together, With the poetries that are alive, Singing our hearts aloud altogether.
The wind of magic and the stars above Will not let us get lost and Will guide us on our journey Whether it is from north to south Or from east to fate.
We stream all way through the sea, With our oars of quill, Passing the mermaids, Giving us snacks of love For our starving soul.
How artistic is this sea of life, When this crumpled paper of poetries carries us, and let us adore the beauty of life from so close, That it would make Antonio laugh, Even if he had a thousand reasons to be sad.