Naivety is her, kindly please bear..

She asked them to choose, to have their favourite way

Either be fondly pink lipped or be a black and blue snippet

They took a path, intricate and once unknown to her

Wading into the world of metaphors, words and phrases

Don’t you worry, she won’t rest on her laurels

Repercussions were caused by her charred soul

Unravelling her besotted knotted thoughts is not an easy tasks

Pages as blank as her life and coloured white like her soul

Unkempt and scattered as pebbles on a lonely shore

Will soon be adorned with fables and poignant tales to narrate

Trembling fingers and fidgeting body, let her recoil for the sake of the moment

What you just witnessed is her penumbra, hiding deep is the delirium of emotions

Frenzy, frustration, sadness, love, anger and passion

Hiding in some secret alcove, driving to commotion

Chasm beholds, she is taking careful steps

Plunging deep into the effing uncanny space,

Space that holds the whirlwind of her dancing reveries

Emoting is not her art, trust me she is a failure

Let her sieve the fathoms enclosed, kissing the sand at the bottom

Brandishing of skills is an after play

Can you be a little patient, please bear with her delay

For a day shall come or a night for a change

You won’t need to tell her for every time you tackle her notes

Vanity shall be deceived and words swapped

For ‘slumber’ will occupy ‘sleep’ and ‘benign’  that of  ‘kind’...