EDIT: I literally just poured my heart out in this poem and took a break from writing. I return today to find all the beautiful comments from you guys, my Miraquill family and I must admit, I am overwhelmed and so so thankful for the love you have showered on this piece of my heart. More power to sisterhood!
In the ruins of a temple, She rises from a sea of fog, Her eyes half closed, Her charcoal tresses Billow about her face, Hissing something to the Wind around, in her hands, She holds crimson roses, There's blood dripping from Their soft petals, and in Blood she walks, her footprints A delicate crater on the ground, She is a creature born of mystery And desires that choked to death In your throat, on the other side of The moon was her home, and she Had descended from the skies like Destiny descends upon a life, Stars are born and universes collide Within her, she is a wish coming true, Or maybe the answer to a whispered Prayer, hers is a dangerous beauty You can't look away, try as you might, Oceans in her eyes, they beckon to you, Make you forget your name, till all you Want to do is drown, drown, drown, Till all your secrets are clasped in her Heart, she will make you her slave, And leave you begging for more, For hers is a dangerous beauty She is a woman who knows how to Get what she wants, the world her stage,
Hai kuch kehne ko Yaa bas khamoshi laaye ho Acha .....!!! bas baithne aaye ho , Waqt be waqt youh tumhara chale aana Kuch theek nhi lagta , Khud tadapte aur sath hume bhi tadpate ho Kyu karte ho Kyu nhi reh pate maana ishq hai Phir zuban pe ku nahi laate ho Acha.....!!! bas ankhon se darshaate ho Tum kyu itna itraate ho Payal bhi kya kaher h tmhari Pas aake kyu khankaate ho Acha ......!!! kuch kehna chahte ho Dhyaan kheech kar Ishq farmate ho Bade badmas ho, Mann hee mann kya gungunate ho Pas aake kyu dur chale jate ho Acha ......!!! maje le rahe ho Tm bhi kamaal ho Khwaab mein bhi itna Tang kar rahe ho..
They called her a witch Always she seemed to have an itch But their hearts were smaller to her's by inches They called her 'witch' because she was dirty They say she lived in a muddy swamp and was unhappy and although she was filthy She was far from nasty At night when they would sleep She defends their home from the deep from things unknown that crawl and creep This is her curse and she does it without a peep Oh my! What a brave soul She made the land whole What they see is what she wants them to see How quick they were to judge not knowing she was in a grudge