She was a mirage

Hopelessly entangled, she was a little disturbed inside. Often misled by those she loved and encouraged by the love less. She cared not of the not's in her life but she seeked acceptance universally. Her careless self beguiled her seldom, to be all gay and gallant of thoughts she did not wholly perceive, to smile incessantly and dwell miserably. Oh! but she had an enigmatical face to balk others, frustrate their wits leading to faults they all despised. She had a magical smile that bestowed her insolent wisdom over her sinless mistakes. She had courage that contradicted her endless laments. She was beautiful to look at but shed pain, pain they could not endure. So they stared and gazed and looked but never went close for she was wretched. To them she was a mirage. 

Parting Ways

They were ruined in their memories of togetherness,
grave were their hearts of this moment unjust
but smile they did in solitude,
smile they did in the past.
With a look of impudence
they walked on their paths
aggrieved and alarmed
but with a stubborn pride that lasts.
Their sorrows never subsided
they pressed it hard,
walking all alone on their respective paths
not looking back a bit, not a little
oh! so many emotions they slayed,
life and death
while parting ways. 

Love

Her eyes never blinked, nor pressed, nor squeezed
whether the rhythmic progression was smooth or ruffled
unlike a young maiden, she pretended not but shuffled,
neither did she carry a smile so sweet
nor did she laugh or moan or plead.
A rosy fragrance she possessed to lure the lover of her night,
each disclosed the prude, delicately untying her gite
but she was natural to gestures so soft
be it roses or rocks
or a gift more elite.
Oh! love
love wasn't what she need. 

Asylum

As she came out of that dingy room
the wind stroked her,
receiving her gladly into this new world.
Flower, happy faces, smiles
welcome! they all cried
it was huge,
they all grinned welcoming her.
She longed for this attention in another world.
Tip toes
felicitous dancing,
they all surrounded her
each contrarily cracked.
Something seemed so analogical,
it was a joyous day.
Asylum was not such a bad place after all.

Her desire to look beautiful

Oh! how much she'd change over the years
her body almost like a loose bag,
swollen and inflated with age.
Everyday she'd caress her snowy settled tresses,
mold them graciously with her ever shaky hands
and smile she did
exaggerating her faint farrowed face,
smile she did
looking at her unmatched shape.
Her laugh disclosed her devoid aperture,
the laugh men craved for years back
Alas! it became her unparagoned lack
but she was a woman of no reluctance,
It never really ended, remnant
her desire to look beautiful. 

Her idea of romance

He, who belonged to the cavalry,
she wasn't searching for
but for the one who's ways merged with her's.
A gallant prince she wasn't seeking
for rugged austere seemed more seductive.
Man, erudite enough appealed her
not a merchant with too many words.
A man's fancy possession she wasn't willing to be
but a woman of threat to his conscience.
A master reader she covet
to elate her idea of romance. 

Tell me when you need me

Tell me when you need me
for i'll walk a mile or two
to retain your trembling hands,
sweaty and dreadful.

Tell me when you need me
for i'll give you a look of impudence,
reflect your modesty through my eyes
carefully segregating the truths and the lies.

Tell me when you need me
for i'll catch you from falling
to levels of obscenity and self harm,
pick you up dusted and alarmed.

Tell me when you need me
for i'll bestow you with all my love
kiss you naked
let you explore.

But don't tell me when you love me
for vulnerability it breeds
time and again
tell me when you need me.