tHe PoLe StAr

The magic was meant for me it felt,

A yearning felt heard without a word said,

Piercing through the armor of titanium,

A different world seemed to be awaiting instead.

Hopped from on edge to the other,

The glitter filled up the nihility,

The feeling was so mine,

A feeling of so much tranquility.

Reckoned the impairment existed for a reason,

Beautiful mind realized a wave of divinity,

A spring of belief hovering in the vicinity,

Caught hold of the weakest nerve and emitted serenity.

Wished could seize the moment,

And the world to end,

The glow ignited the dark corners,

Wished that I never had to wish again..

YoUrS tRuLy

Couldn't find the reasons,

Couldn't find the way,

They said there was a lit path,

They said this was just a habit..

Tried my best to turn my way like them,

In vain, it felt I wasn't meant to be alike them,

Still trying to defy my fore ordination,

Crawled to myself again..

It was just me I guessed,

Not willing to accept what was in store for me,

The tears stopped falling,

Smothered myself to feel like them..

But in the end, they showed me the mirror,

I tried to look away,

Couldn't walk away anymore..

This was me. This is me. I will always be this.