Unwritten Tale In Crimson

It’s just a slap, you brushed it off, It’s only a color, you washed it off. Your weird obsession with crimson is crazy Your presence around me always scares me. It’s just a whisper, you said it’s nothing, It’s just a shadow, but my heart is drumming. Your stare, if only powerful, would torch me

Beyond the label

Image credit: indomercy2012 You designed the world, claimed yourselves supreme, Dictated our lives, cast us in a lesser dream. You made us think we are weak, incapable, Played with our minds, made us dull and miserable.   This is not a new tale, a saga of uncountable centuries, Rules laid down to bind, confined by endless

Whispers In The Dark

As the evening dawns, far away, moonlit over serene azure dreams, Drawn closer, drifted towards twilight’s gentle beams. Seeking the ethereal radiance as it seems, With a wide smile, joyous mood, face lit with radiant gleams. Gentle legs on beautiful petals, feeling the fresh breeze, Rolled away, recoiling itself, at first, I thought it was

The Real Me

 The Real Me I am no damsel in distress, I am my knight, my own savior. I can be delight, but also a demon slayer, just like Buffy! I am no victim, I am a survivor, I might look tame, but I am a warrior.   Think twice if you think, I need your rescue,