The Opus of Wisdom and Love.

Brought up with a tough discipline, She grabbed a behaviour gratifying, Prioritized and strained off, Anything that others hurt with.

Childhood, Adolescence passed by, Came upon Adulthood, Exposed to the battling world, A platform of opportunities.

Pursuing her humble conduct, Won her place in many hearts, Willingly or Unwillingly, Holding back her own self.

Rose the Expectation, To herself and her etiquettes, Thoughts and deeds striking against, More was she troubled.

Into a gloom she sank, Bitter went relations, Once appreciated tongues, Held her the reverse.

Smiles in the day, Dark brought forth tears, She was breaking down, Each new day.

Looked each side, Quenching a concerned hug, Holding him close to heart, The Opus of Wisdom and Love.

And so the Psalmist sang,

‘So, He said,’You are my Son, Today I have become your Father, Ask and I will give you all the nations, The whole earth will be yours.’

Reassurance of Faith, Love and Trust, Her Almighty gifted, Relieved to live again, A hope to start anew!

Her Heartbeat!

Perfectionist, anyone would say, Admired by her kith and kin, She was a desired being, Though with envied hearts!

Too serious, would say the first met, Latter loving her the most, Those closer to her heart, Read that her eyes spoke!

Repulsive, Disobedient! Selfish! Nomenclatured her own, Unaware of her thoughts, Rustling her existence itself.

Struck with Altschmerz, She held herself aloof, Letting on the mystery, Each heartbeat she owned!

Slow beats!

Long time , it is, Yes! I wrote my heart, People seldom understand, Those beats that keep you alive!

Perhaps, it is worn out! Yes, it truly is, Fear of responsibility! What I see ahead of me.

Cowardice, people may speak, I am, For I know my weaknesses, Losing one whom I love.

Expressions, is what I lack, for the emotions I hold, Afraid to voice out, In case you are hurt.

Apology won’t erase, My irresponsible nature, lost in thoughts Probably I was in.

The beats are slow, I am low!