Get out there and live a little

 "Get out there and live a little" she wrote.

A little of happiness, is what she shed with her presence.

A little of life is what she let gave from her time.

A bird she is.

Loved her cage with a belief that the cage itself is the world.

"Freedom of choice" never crossed her little road.

"A wish to feel alive" was never in her wish list.

"Gush of love" never ran in her spine until;

She once just started to "Get out there (from cage)" and started to "live a little".

Beautiful cage she lived in. But;

Beautiful she felt outside of it.

There's nothing more ecstatic than the beautiful moments she spent that;

No future would dare to erase.

That beautiful she is and;

That beautiful she'll remain.

In the chaotic world that she resides;

The little road she chose to walk out of her cage;

Will question her identity, individuality and character.

But, in this little time of hers, why not;

 "Get out there and live a little"?

Tangled Love

 Oh.. hey, you got to stop that!
Being scared of everything that could happen.
Being scared of nothing could happen.

Oh.. yeah, the life around is fuzzy buzz.
Everything seems natural, organised and heaven to live.
And.. hey, you got to stop that.
Stop thinking that life is lively and made of heaven and hell.

Yeah, everyone got a story to tell;
Which is unnaturally natural in its way.
Some fishes are hard to kill;
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop trying to kill that doesn’t die.

Everything’s blurry at the moment.
Nah.. overdose doesn’t clear the cloudy sky.
Neither the touch let’s you forget the feeling.
Inevitable the bonds are and become.
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop if it’s evitable and shaky.

Funny.. that life always finds a way; 
And.. no cold can freeze the beat of heart.
Letting nothing pass in between the tangled bodies;
What shall one know?
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop being a goddess and cold.

Isn’t.. the soul(s) unsettled?
And yeah.. we’ve got and get the scars.
And.. no dark sky guarantees the moonlight.
But hey, isn’t it enough to hear,
“I’ve got your back; And wink with a smile?”
Fuck moonlight, when the hugs are enough to let fall asleep.
And gently, kiss the scar.

Maya

I wonder how a woman feels;

When she lets someone touch her bare body!

The fault in the stars doesn’t matter before her trust I guess.

The faith she puts in that touch;

Oh God. Only “She” would know and feel it.

I wonder how a woman with a character feel;

When the fault in the stars appear.

And, the faith becomes a comet!

In a society,

Where screaming is not allowed;

And, the game of judgement always on cards;

I wouldn’t even dare to imagine how;

She lets herself take it all and move forward.

On whom would she scream when;

The hands she held weren’t there to wipe her tears?

What would she cover herself with;

When there isn’t a feeling to feel?

Whom would she complain about;

This unfairness of life?

Belief system would disappear and no wonder why;

She never lets her emotions erupt thereafter.

Independent she might;

But beneath, it’s not her body to be touched (again);

It should be a character that respects;

And kisses her whispering, “You’re beautiful”.

Malar

I see her walking

With a smile

On her face

Slowing down the time

And,

Asking the heart

To beat in rhythm that matches her smile.

I'm afraid that

I fell for her.

Not knowing that

I fell every time

When I saw her.

I kept my hand on my heart

And,

It was smiling like

It never smiled before.

I think it skipped a beat

But wished to continue

Fearing,

That it won't fall for her next time.

Never knew that a smile

On a flower can blossom

And,

"O beauty!!", you are the flower

That blossom inside me

Coloring the petals of my heart

And

Make it smile

As you always do.

Lost in the Dark

He looks at the dark sky

When he's short of words.

He always thrives to

Express what he feels;

But..

Ends up with short of words and;

Starts looking at the dark sky.

He loves being pragmatic and introvert;

But..

Believes in magic and;

When magic doesn't work,

He starts looking at the dark sky.

He believes love and friendship are

Two beautiful emotions.

But..

For him, "ever yours" is a synonym of "never yours".

He's looking at the dark sky.