Light in her life was a mere lie,
She walked from dawn to dusking sky.
She failed to escape,
Still continued with another try.
The broken soul tried to fix herself in away better,
But loosing everytime made her soul scatter,
Still she didn't stopped the trials,
Though she was stuck on the other side of stile.
Half crying and half talking alone,
From same body, a stranger grown,
She still tried to hide her pain,
But somehow her tear went in vain.
She tried to be in isolation too,
But their is that perpetual suffering, she always knew,
Lost interest, avoided people and performed insane,
It was unbearable for her, what spells as pain.
Her sleeplessness, anxiety and stillness narrated her sketchy story,
Story whose glory was all hunky dory,
She always hid her eyes from people,
Because somewhere in her fakeness, her eyes were real.
Her aching heart just wanted a single soul to trust,
Her pierced chest wanted to obliterate that dust (feelings),
However she never got wind of the words of healings,
So always failed to eradicate that dust of feelings.