Till death do us part

Wisps of silver.. Threads of gold,
Gleam of jewels and blessings of the old..

Rustle of silks and black of the kohl,
Bounty of food and crease of the scroll..

Bands of gold and velvets around,
Flirtatious glances and smiles abound..

Painted lips and shaded eyes,
Joyful unions and tearful byes..

Chants of mystery and throes of pleasure,
Tinkling anklets and joys beyond measure..

Stunning lasses and children playing,
Bling about and compliments straying..

Faithful be minds and loving be the heart,
Till death do us part..!
Till death do us part...!

Miracle

Send me a miracle now..

I'm tired, spent.. All of me is lost fighting..
Fighting a battle to stay this way..

Lost was I, and I am finding a way ahead
But how far do you think I can go,
Wielding my sword and my shield?

It weighs on me now.. The weight!
Of the clothes torn, the blood I shed!

I saw men taken down by pain,
Asking for the mercy of a swift stroke
That would spare them, but not their loved ones..!

There's not a morsel in my stomach
Neither a friend left to shed a tear for
Nor a home to return to..

A sword that kills, a disc that shields
My hapless, ruthless, meaningless soul..

Will I last another day? Rather, should I?
Show me a sign.. Leading a way or two..

Or better yet, show me myself again..
Show me my loving soul again..

My scars have cut through my innocence
But prove me wrong now..

Send me a miracle now..
Send me a miracle!

The One With The Strength

She stood undaunted,

Her scars burning and

Marking a disturbed past

She stood bald,

Without a cover of hair

Without a layer of shield

Hair stood up on her hands

And sweat wet her scalp

And dusty were her bruised knees

Unfettered by social standards

Of beauty or propriety,

She stood there, alone

No, it wasn't in her dress

Or in her absent hair

It wasn't in her bruised legs

Or her scary scars

Nor was it in her being alone

It wasn't in the absent male

It wasn't her bare feet

Nor was it in her bloodied lips

It wasn't non-conformity

It was anger, it was hatred

Anger built with determination,

Quite the deadliest

An anger so deep,

An emotion so pure

What they saw in her first

Was raw anger

At her violaters

At the system

At the populace

It wasn't an anger that scared you

It was one that warned you

It was vendetta personified

It was a gleam

Tauntingly chilly

and hauntingly beautiful

Her beauty lay in her mind

And in her incredible strength

She was simply the one...

The One with all the strength.

The One who had nothing more to lose.

Cinderella

Fire consumed her
Taunting her
Challenging her
Trying to burn her

She finally felt it inside
The burn of defeat
The burn of loss
The burn of jealousy

Was that an end?
Or was it a start?

What will she do now?
Sing with the angels
The song of the phoenix?
Or die as a mortal?

She came from a family of mortals
Who dreamed of being angels
In a mortal way

She knew the way that wasn't
Will she find it?
Will she reach?
Or will she wither in her own cinders..