The madman judges the enigma too effortlessly,
Ah! such an ignorant and self centered prick.
Yet she is honest, brutal and straight as the forging steel,
with a pendant on her heart that stops us from making a steal.
Secrets and million wavering thoughts find their way to her heart
and the pendant hides the shadow of the path! A godly purpose doing its part.

The scar in her head is a sign of the wound
she got from the previous births she had took.
Hit and beat up with insensitive judgement and vile
blow of the men who sent her into an infinite exile.
Another burden of doubts and reasons were swooned
to massacre this poor girl and her hold on the ground was shook.

Still dazed and unsure about her place on this earth,
she belittled the beauty of her purpose and birth.
Again the madman would blame her and tease
till the reasons flow into her heart as a soothing release.
She is scared now, and she is trembling with fear
but she gracefully tones the clumsy tremble to a dance.
The devil is doubtful and the evil doesn’t long to hear
the glorious songs of victory that romance her trance.
Yes, she is bad! And yes, she is good.
Yes, she is someone who is seldom understood.
No, she isn’t bad! And no, she isn’t good.
No! She is nothing but a wonder that this heaven never understood.


Terracivilized during a rainy day

Settling down on the chaos of life,
he survived in the elixir of his humor and pride.
He was wrong and stupid in the best of his days,
his wealth and breath hung up on his euphoric craze.

Pushing up the rod and button of steel,
he opened the umbrella to cease the feel.
The feel of the graceful falling rain,
he doubt that his touch might inflict the drops some pain.

Grieving about the heartless souls
that wanders by the edge of holes.
Holes drawing and sucking the essence of him
he wasn’t sure of his place and his tear glands filled up to brim.

All that he has seen and all that he has ever been
was like pure drops of the storm clinging on the clothe-line stream.
A shake and a gust was all it would take
to unsettle the nerves and to make the fall partake.

He swallowed the rest of his doubts and fears,
he pulled back the rod to bring the fabric of the umbrella close and near.
With the rumbling clouds spilled on the light dark of the day
he thought of words that his true self wanted to say.

He looked up with his eyes drowsy and closed,
million droplets still falling to give him a dose.
And all it took was the chill of the air and
he figured the purpose he was due to serve with flair.