Like a book full of contrasting stories
a little bit of everything she was,
going through every phase sincerely
stepping ahead full of scars.
Knowing her was a mystery
what was visible was only a part,
she was a wild storm
wrapped beautifully in a wind so calm.
She had it all inside of her
the will and the patience in her pores,
yet she moved from the lives quietly
becoming anxious inside her core.
All her bruises and pains
were a pair of wings worn gracefully,
and everything broken in her
was mended up beautifully.
Invincibly tough she was
and effortlessly gentle,
growing through the sufferings
developing wiser and strengthened.
Extremely high and thick walls
detached her from the outer world,
yet she was faithful to those
who climbed up to know what was inside of her.
Black and white she saw all around
with the thoughts so grey and deep,
yet she was relaxed and light hearted
and followed the colours to lead.
A confident loner she was
content in her own soul,
humbly adjusting in the society
which never bothered when she poured.
Too many feelings she had
with emotions deciding her fate,
she always understood them so well
yet hated them as she repeatedly failed.
With so many conflicts within her
she was yet to discover some more parts
setting aside her expectations
trying to explore life, still very far.
She was gorgeously out of place
in a world so weird and strange,
walking as a contradiction
being predictably, unpredictable in her own ways.
Thank you for reading!!!
Live. Laugh. Love.
