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..

Fiery

Fiery, I think you are
Fiery I think is your aura

I did not see much
Under the cool facade
When I first set my eyes on you

But you're dangerous,
Cold Flame

A panicked throat was I
The first time I sought
A meaningful conversation
On a shameful day indeed

Yet I dared
You liked it, Fiery One
You thought I could be
An endless source
Of Energy

Was I?
Obviously.
Am I?
I wonder!

Fuel can burn, but not on its own
It needs a spark
It needs you, Fiery One

For if you abscond
To the Shadows
Even fuel can go stale

Fuel can go stale
Fuel could rot
And get consumed
In its own stench

Once innocent,
Twice wiser

The wind and the tide
Can wipe you away, Fiery One
Like they've done
In the past

Pour in me your faith
And embrace me completely
O Fiery One

The wide wind could only
Carry us further
As could the tide
What could then stand
Between a Spark
And Boundless Energy?

To Anger

Anger,
Don't you remain an unwanted aquaintance?

You shake in mirth
As I shake,
Trying to leash you..

You blind me, confuse me,
enchant me, afflict me,
ensorcelling my words,
hexing my control over my own action..

Aren't you elated,
when I hurt those whom I love?
Why aren't you ashamed
to shackle me to you?
For I know you love me not!

I nurse their hurt,
and lift my torso to fight you..
But you strike behind my back,
Ignoble you!

Your intoxication, one day,
should rather not consume me..
For you'll die too..

Taking the taste
of your own medicine.

Lost faces

Yes, it all comes back
Every single time.

I want to see a face,
that I once saw
A face so deeply cherished in my memories..
I wonder where it went,
beneath unspoken acts and unmeant words..

I search for a face
and I see another..
Sometimes haughty, sometimes caring..
Sometimes naughty, sometimes daring..
But never sweet, never understanding..

A face was lost with time
I know not where it lies
I dare not find it

I wonder when I started wearing faces,
All, but mine own..
Mine was lost as that face was lost
A face with charming dimples
Now, a face with a dented chin

Now I wear faces
Mostly practised in the mirror
Ones that suit me best..

So I stand and smile in the mirror
For only with me, I see my face
For only with me, I see that face
Yes, it all comes back
Every single time.