Rendezvous With The Real Self
Beneath an expression unbelievably fierce,
Lay urge to flow out all the bitter tears,
She screams in pain,
Looking about if somebody hears,
But she essays in vain.
Engulfed in fear,
Her heart thuds in the throat,
The institution of plastering courage seems remote,
Letting out a fearful cry,
She grimaces with no hope of its passing by.
And now that the heart sinks,
Her burning eye blinks,
Giving way to the tear that had formed,
She'd been waiting for it all to come out,
For it, she'd longed.
In her mind the thoughts that had been regulating,
Over the same she had been contemplating,
Now that she is encircled by black,
She seems to have lost her wit and knack.
Thunderous sounds echo in her ears,
She mourns, she screams, she fears,
Her sneak out in the night displays a smudge,
She decides to get up and make way out in a trudge.
The winds chill her to the marrow,
Though her heart continues to burn in sorrow,
As she tediously moves on,
She realizes there were things that mattered,
And they are all gone!
Enough mistakes, she has rectified,
There is still room for more,
She wonders if she indeed was that pained and sore,
She wonders all night,
Upbringing each second, a fresh emotion to fight!
She lets out a sigh confused,
Over the feeling of nothingness in her that has induced,
She wishes if away she could flee,
On her own, isolated,
She could always be.
The sky starts to get unruffled,
This time, the winds leave her a trifle soothed,
She figures out she could make up a bit through freshening
up and a stroll,
The dreariness of her life was immortal to stay, after all!
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