Leave, my dear
When your heart
Urges you to.
Do not give me
sincere excuses,
That were never
Free of deceit.
Hold on to your heart,
Ask yourself,
You did have faith.
Didn't you?
I will never ask why,
It is up to you to
Tell me why you did.
Let not what you went through
Confront with another.-
One chamber
Of the four
Awaits my bosom friend
With a door locked,
And the key lost.-
Adorned with not
jewels or rubies
But of delicate daisies
and dusky carnations
Autumns often remind me
of her imperial diadem,
With which she wanders
Within her castle walls.
"For world is a rough place"
Her father warned her,
every time she was debarred
From being
where she longed to be.
As to look beyond
the forbidden line,
Prioritize all her dreams
Warnings aside, one day
She dared to explore the
sphere not known.
A destiny of unknown
Rests on her shoulders.
Staggering in paths;
Seared with scars,
She still wears her diadem
Now woven with
Withered golden leaves.-
And that is why
she was loved.
While everyone looked
for the right knight
to keep from harm,
She alone looked
for the warrior within her.
And amidst those
that concealed behind
impregnable shields,
She alone ventured out,
fists clenched,
tightly to the sword.-
To a stranger:
I would never mind you sitting next to me, only if you promise to never talk or question me (unnecessarily)
To a well known:
I would never mind you talking to me, only if you promise to never ask me, how and why I do it.-
She was but another mimosa,
Withered; only to the eyes of
some witless louts-
I stopped caring for you,
the day I realized, you cared for me
only when every others did.-
"So that's what patience is for you? The way one responds and endures pain? "
"Well, it could be. But if you ask me l would say, for one to interpret what pain is, one has to endure the time it takes to untie a knot without tearing it apart. That's when we learn to endure and eventually respond to pain."-
1. Mother (In every possible way)
2. Sister (By doing most of my chores)
3. Books ( Everyone of us know why)-