Non-rhyming She dwelled between the stars with a beautiful soul, Who admires the beauty of night sky While she watching night insects flying. She often get lost between the shines and Glitter, She sleep under the stars and moon under forever.
She saw a formation of stars and named it her father as, She never met her dad when she was young and mad. The stars and moons admired her too, Because she was only one who was daughtet to them on a planet where everybody else has No time to admire them.
The stars and the moon would sleep in comfort when they see her tent lights on On earth which denotes her safety
Drifted away by the breeze of time To the darkest alleys of the corners of my life Whispers of silence, very cold and sharp Ravens hovering in the murky skies Greedily hungry for the demons, sunken inside Petrified, I shudder in these frozen nights With hopes like those faint stars Roaming in the sombre graveyards And ghosts in vicinity of eternal void of heart Gasping and jerking at those skully shadows I found my death omen's penumbra Blood of peace, everywhere l seeked Near the headstone of mine, soul achingly shrieked
Every night, I pull out a thread From a dreamy tapestry upon my heart Collecting pieces of an unsolved mystery Floating in your vast tranquil eyes Oh, your smile silhouetted so perfectly Against that dark gloomy soul Whenever I stare at the vicinity I see some stars, fading, lost And they remind me of myself, sometimes Listening to the silent hums Of a scarred heart, bleeding With each passing day, I tear a leaf Of this fake story, withering I watch you, everyday, as you wear a smile On your barren face Let me take some shallow breaths Before I sleep, closing these sunken eyes I still dance on the rhythm of your heartbeat Gulping down fear and sorrow Lost in the labyrinth of your sombre love
Once upon a time, there lived two. They were like the two stones, which when striked together, produced fire. One was fuel to the other. A bond so pure, that could never be completed, even if one is gone. Suddenly, there came, Mistress Storm, and, eroded one of the lovely-duo. The eroded one still didn't give up, and performed its duties with full fervor. Though, broken and devasted, it worked just to let the sacred bond stay as such, till eternity. But, to its astonishment, the other, for which it laid down its entire life, lost interest in it. For, it looked old, dull and shabby and had lost all the attractiveness. Though, given less attention than before, the broken and forsaken stone gave up everything and tried to maintain the relationship, though, a "One Sided One." But, as time passed, the forsaken stone could find itself alone, even when the other was present. And, slowly did it start feeling tired and losing hope, as soon it got to know,
"It takes two stones to coordinate, and strike to produce spark.. A loner could never produce one."