Sounds of Solitude

One last time, She entered that space; Filled with memories, of fun, learning & craze! Her heart tore a bit, as she realised it was her last day here; On the face beaming with a smile, Her eyes secretly shed a tear! Once again, She had let the black hole rob her of something precious; Once again, She had let the black hole make her anxious! Once again, It was time to be grateful for the experience; Once again, It was time to enter into a new realm of existence! Once again, It was time to start all over again; Once again, It was time to fight, and win over the pain!

Looking at her reflection, she relived him, in spite of the distance! His words, loud and clear; His passion, evident in his eyes; His obsession, manifested in his grip! "He" consumed her with all of it, and left the scars behind! He, an abuser. He, a wife-beater. He, A misogynist.

Don't love me, I am a broken star. Don't love me, I am an open scar Don't love me, I am a violent fire. Don't love me, I am a naked wire. Don't love me, I am the wordless sound. Don't love me, I am the burning wound. Don't love me, I may be hell to a man. Don't love me, I am a flawed woman.

The world has a way, And I do not fit in there. They want me to be caged, But I was born to fly They want me to be sombre, But I am a wild child. They want to lock me in systems, But I am a free spirit. They want me to honour customs, But I defy them outright. They expect me to be submissive, But I question every bit. They expect me to obedient, But I am a rebel. A proud one.

The mystic poetry, The broken glass, The brittle iron And the damaged vase The wandering eyes, The deep gaze, The thorny rose Lost in a maze The clutter of silence, The stillness of noise, The smartness of ears, And the dumbness of voice The stagnant crowd, The mad solitude, The feeble might Around impavid fortitude The elegance of furor, The poise in brawls, The beauty of scars And the love for flaws Light in the night, Darkness in the day, Unconventionally conventional Is a rebel's way!

Stumbling over and again, I somehow begin to stand. All what I shared with you, now seems a flowing sand. We might not survive, I might not see you again. But the memories that we made, Will shine bright admist pain. Your arms were my heaven, Your smile; my hope. In these moments of ambiguity, I wonder how will I cope. On one side I see hope, On another I see fear. Uncertainty grips me tight, And a mask of calmness I wear.

Life at its unexpected best, Throws challenges least anticipated. I have to conceal my love for you, How will this be executed? You understand me beyond words, You literally read me out. I am truly amazed... This time, how did you miss out? With you, I have always been an open book, You are an adept at reading my mind. You predict my moods and know my soul, how will I hide feelings of this kind? Someday I ll have to tell you, why not that day be now? you may not trust /understand me right away, But I know, one day, you will somehow. My faith in my love's intentions is unflinching, One day, you will believe me as well. That day could be near or far away, Hope will be there in my heart's shell.