The Lost Diadem

In light she shone like a diamond,
Perhaps she was meant to wither away.
But she didn't. Because they said be
what you are. And she chose to be the
midnight's brightness. Amongst the dark.

Around the tiny peck of life,
A small magical dust made
its way into her gentle arms.
She felt alive and touched,
rejoicing her hearts crust.

The huge dragon waves of love,
made its way into the caves.
And he tried his might to bring the
warmth out. But could it be the
drops of deep insane purity?

And when all she seeked was love,
it was hard to even get a lil' of it.
Indeed yes,and harder it got when
she learnt what it actually means.
Uglier, when she did.

She had her big feathery wings,
attached to her back. Her hands
buried into his.Breath held tight,
uneven in fear. How can  we face
the queen? With nothing to show?

He looked at her,  And she knew.
He's the only one who can
get back the lost Diadem.
The symbol of love. In the
territory of the fairy land.

One Among The Misanthropes?!

They tried their might to bring her down. To make her wilt. To destroy her crown.
Many succeeded. Many wanted to see
how they can make her Weep. "Hell thee
stop this," she begged. But none heard.

It was her first day at school. The hostile
looks made her shudder, With a smile
she drank it all in. Not uttering a word
about it. For she knew, none cared.
It was breaking her inside. Deeply.

She looked around in class, And saw
girls in packs of wolves. Eyes so raw
staring right at me. Perhaps through me.
I wondered what made them hate me.
It started destroying her soul.

The girls belonged to the rich but
their hearts, poor as glut. She cut
her eye contact and decided to put
her left over ounce of zeal on that
piece of book in front of her.

The lecture ended almost ten minutes
ago. But she couldn't bear the unlimits
of the gossip girls. Blowing up each
of the pieces left untouched, a screech
that could be heard from within.

The prying eyes followed her everywhere
from the corridors to the library stairs.
Each time she moved a muscle, a giggle
or a tantrum could be heard aloud.
She buried her heart in her sleeve.

It wasn't a new thing to her. For She
faced this brutality since three.
harder and more  it got
as she entered school, the knot
of pain began to break her more.

She looked around her, and suddenly
found a pair of eyes, so heavenly
they looked at me, I was sceptic.
And my esteem, apathetic.
It was very unusual to me.

I turned away. A sense of agony.
I heard a voice, "Hi, I'm Anthony."
I stood Frozen. Wondering why
he's here. I let out a sigh.
He walked around, now eye to eye.

I asked, "What?" It's so rude
I was amazed. Like I'm shrewd.
"I'm new here. And I was lost,
people seem arrogant, and you soft."
His tone made me look at him.

Eyes deep green, subtle beard
fair as a star, he appeared
to have been really lost. For he
looked tensed. While the tree
Behind was deep yellow.

"Could you tell me where is the
way to the Chemistry lab?" He's a
lost guy. Asking for the way. Nothing
more. I assured myself. Brushing
my fear away. I led him to the lab.

I turned to leave, when I felt a
hand on mine. It was his. The
feeling was different. I looked at
him. And for once, I felt safe. Flat
Was my heartbeat. No more antsy.

I Loved A Satan.

Look up at the blue sky,
Wanna hold you and fly high.
And the green trees beneath
Us would chase us whilst I'd breathe.

The sea is a mixed shade of blue
And green. Wandering with rue
And holding the guilt deep within.
Trying hard to brush away the dark sin.

The mirror speaks to her each
day, and she hears a horrid screech,
For she sees her reflection stare
at her. While she is standing bare.

Sinful t'was but none could see.
Lest know, she wanted to weep.
Harder it got as the day passed,
To go back and look into her past.

"Turn off the lights, Satan is coming"
She heard him say. He was humming
it aloud for her to realize she's soon
to be gone. Far away. To another moon.

The daisies in the vase turned black
And she could hear footsteps crack
And cursed the man sitting on her
Chest. Head stirring and sight blurred.

There were four men. All dressed
In black and red. Alas, I guessed
it right. They're no Satan's men,
Acquaintances, once again.

His hatred to the odds of my love
Dragged me into this chaos, Above
all it was hard to let him to let me
go. It was breaking me. It has to be.

The men grabbed my arm. Hard.
I couldn't feel my blood flow. Guard
my soul I begged Him. It was turning
into hell. With Satan's men burning.

I turned back, to look at him.
His lips pressed tightly, a grin,
Like he achieved it finally.
He let me go. So easily.