She is Intrigued ...
Yeah! By her innate ability to con myself in to believing all the lies people tell. How can someone be so naive to believe anyone , let alone a stranger.
People come and people move on. They take what they came for , leaving behind a bleeding herat and she bleeds herself to death. Why can't she ever realize, all human bondage is just bondage and nothing else ... no feelings should be assigned to bondage else it hurts. Just like them, she ought to just Use and Throw. Why harbour feelings for strangers not meant to be? Nah! She will never learn. For she grew up differently. An upbringing that taught her to live and let live. Give people a chance to prove them all wrong. She grew up hurting always , never learnt her lessons well. She hurts, evermore; testing her capacity to hold on to hurt; checking the threshold limit of her pain.
A woman who lost everything to destiny , destitute in her forlorn World; she eggs on ahead, searching peace... not written in her pursuit of happiness.
They say her fate card holds no name close to her; they say her fate is a blank; They say she is meant to spread humanness, and drink all sorrows of the World. Silently, she sips on others pain and gives the nectar of love and compassion; dissolving into the oblivion, she marches on in every direction seeking pain ; her fuel for sustenance , her destiny ... PAIN!
She watches children drenched in rain, gives her umbrella to them; they think she is a maverick from whom to gain. She looks at trembling women in Winter and gives off her cardigan, herself bracing cold and chilly walks, yet her warmth securing other homes.
She is the unsung Hero of her life's story, she is the muse of many. For she embodies truth and frank feelings, blunt cutting edge pain yet a truth none can deny.
INTRIGUED is the World with her unabashed display of longing for love. Intrigued they all remain!!!
Yeah! By her innate ability to con myself in to believing all the lies people tell. How can someone be so naive to believe anyone , let alone a stranger.
People come and people move on. They take what they came for , leaving behind a bleeding herat and she bleeds herself to death. Why can't she ever realize, all human bondage is just bondage and nothing else ... no feelings should be assigned to bondage else it hurts. Just like them, she ought to just Use and Throw. Why harbour feelings for strangers not meant to be? Nah! She will never learn. For she grew up differently. An upbringing that taught her to live and let live. Give people a chance to prove them all wrong. She grew up hurting always , never learnt her lessons well. She hurts, evermore; testing her capacity to hold on to hurt; checking the threshold limit of her pain.
A woman who lost everything to destiny , destitute in her forlorn World; she eggs on ahead, searching peace... not written in her pursuit of happiness.
They say her fate card holds no name close to her; they say her fate is a blank; They say she is meant to spread humanness, and drink all sorrows of the World. Silently, she sips on others pain and gives the nectar of love and compassion; dissolving into the oblivion, she marches on in every direction seeking pain ; her fuel for sustenance , her destiny ... PAIN!
She watches children drenched in rain, gives her umbrella to them; they think she is a maverick from whom to gain. She looks at trembling women in Winter and gives off her cardigan, herself bracing cold and chilly walks, yet her warmth securing other homes.
She is the unsung Hero of her life's story, she is the muse of many. For she embodies truth and frank feelings, blunt cutting edge pain yet a truth none can deny.
INTRIGUED is the World with her unabashed display of longing for love. Intrigued they all remain!!!
