Purity

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She was beautiful.

She was sharp.

She was fast.

She was talented.

Multi talented.

Forward thinker, she was, unfortunately, for him.

She shouldn’t have been hasty.

They were right.

Choosing a partner isn’t choosing an accessory.

It was a decision of a lifetime. 

Decision of a forever. 

Akin to being reborn.

Love was plenty.

But history reminded her of it’s essence.

It repeated itself, courteously.

There she found herself, appalled by his views of the world.

And yet, unable to hate him.

Can anyone hate half of themselves?

Can anyone cut away half of their existence?

It was unthinkable.

She was an excellent minister.

And yet only one aspect mattered.

Her purity.

All else, forgotten.

From magnificent to cheap within seconds.

All for what? 

A brand of purity. A brand on her entire character. A brand on her entire existence.

Harsh world it was. 

She wished for the vial of life ending essence she always had, before she decided to live for him.

Him, who branded her, based on her purity.

Forced profession

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Tried her hardest did she, to please them.

Pushed her limits, went out her way.

In a profession, she neither loved nor had any passion for.

And yet, it was never enough.

Enough for everyone around her, but for them, it never was.

She tried and tried.

Tried hard to love the profession.

Tied herself to a goal, from sheer responsibility.

No passion to drive her.

And yet, she tried.

But it was never enough. 

Never indeed.

She felt her grip loosening.

Selfish did she become.

She gave up.

One day.

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One day.

One day away from this is enough for me to put my façade up again.

One day away from your taunts.

One day away from your discouraging.

One day away from this loneliness.

One day away from your fake love.

One day away from this life.

One day away from hiding my tears.

One day away from my own bodily scars.

Is that too much to ask?

Is one day a lot?

Just one day.

Eagle

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Hanging diamonds on the window sill

While stationary, they were marvellous.

But, fragile as they were, they fell for a tender touch.

Accompanying them, were drops falling from her irises;

Empowered by emotion she dared not name;

For the fear of being told those so hard felt emotions were wrong, was too much.

Umpteenth time it had been, that her feelings were disbanded and deemed unworthy.

She had naught the strength for more.

‘What is your deepest wish?’ Asked her friend, that same night.

‘An eagle, for I want to fly high above and away from this crushing pain.’ 

Healer

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Footsteps hasten, as wheels roll by

Blood drips and unbeknownst to the senseless,

A divine duty performed by a saviour

Years and years of penance for one grave moment

Huge burden of responsibility weighing down on their shoulders

Yet, the glee of not letting the tears of their loved ones going to waste

Compares to naught under the wide sky

Uncaring of the time or day,

Rushing to save lives.

Bearing the proud label of responsibility

Is a doctor, every where, turning tears to delight.

Mystery

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How is it that you’re always so happy? I’m so envious,’ jested his best friend.
His memories of the self inflicted scars, broken nights and failed attempts flashed before his eyes and he smiled at the irony.

Then, he repeated the words of his sister, the words he had once, never understood.
‘Every bright smile is backed by a mystery too hard to understand unless experienced.’

Loving jest

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Clear crystals of water rolled out only to be flown away by the sudden gale.

Glee conquered half of her heart, for she was with her beloved.

Sadness crept and choked other half as she soon realized she wasn’t condigned for him.

One word, and her whole world crashed, trembled and tumbled.

Heavy.

Harp’s tune

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​One after another, the months went on

They survived, without uttering a syllable to each other.

Words wished to be spoken were denied, but the pain deep within, not really so.

Miniscule was the misunderstanding

And yet, it broke two people, who met with a song.

Strange was their prologue of each other.

Nevertheless, strong was their friendship as the water and milk.

Thrived and survived did they through

And met again through the common route;

Trusting and mingling again like a harp singing a tune. 

Unreachable love

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Sprinkling rain on tender skins

Chortling chuckles and voices

Hopping and gay feet

Shivering wild mane

Fine shades of paint on the universe

When

Sapphire and hazel irises meet;

And colours explode 

Something prohibited and untouchable touched

Little did they know that they

Experienced the most natural thing

Contrary to what the society dictated and wagged fingers at

One second of innocent doting and hundred years of life influenced.

Home

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Thundering night. Thundering voices.
Screaming minds, weeping hearts.
Warped in conflict, were mature and selfdom infused minds.
Doting the imperfect other, were innocent, selfless hearts.
You’re toxic, don’t speak, urged the former.
He’ll love you nevertheless, reminded the latter.
Bearing a guilty conscience and heavy heart, she resigned her wording.
Was this the end to the rigorous scuffle?
It seemed not.
In the view of the world, pride might’ve been the victor every time, but where it mattered it wasn’t.
For, he returned to her, even when she didn’t;
And became his home.

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