Past - A Choice

Distorted present she lives in.

Sorted past she believes she’s with.

Belief she had on one.

Feeling turned togetherness.

Societal opinions didn’t flatter her until;

The opinions of “that one” started pouring in without;

Emotions of Her and Perspective of Her.

Opinions she formed because of one.

Clearer it became with the run.

Sorted it seemed with none;

With the hope thrown in bin and;

Optimism flushed in sink.

The list she scrolls to get along with one now,

May reach the end to get along with none.

And, no wonder if;

She stood there in the past being in present.

Want to blame PAST?

If choices made can ruin the past;

Can’t the same choice make better present and future?

And, what if the choice made by YOU to YOURSELF;

Is another "the one" who ruined the past?

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”.

Unsettled Soul

She always hid behind those dreamy clouds unsettled!

Neither to shower nor to shine.

Confusion always crawled beneath her skin;

“Matter of fact” was always galaxy away of her reach.

Consciously subconscious she became!

The difference always attracted her than repelling.

The beat she loved couldn’t reach her!

It is the dark sky and trembling silence she could see and hear.

Clouds always been her “Augmented reality”!

And she chose to hide behind those dreamy clouds “Unsettled”!

And;

Why write about her?

Cause, I felt she is one among best antiquities of nature.