Who is she?
She walks like the night,
Calm and placid like the ocean blue.
But who's she?
I wonder,
If it's important!
She's every person
I've ever come across
She is every man.
She sums up all there is in eternity
And loves with her own heart-and in her own way.
Hate she knows not
Only rage dwells in her heart.
But what are these rare days of serenity?
That manifest in her own self!
Is she two people?
Or just one?
Is she too much?
Or just enough?
Is she loving?
Or lovingly inhumane!
Is she real?
or really a fancy?
What is she?
Where does she come from?
Is she that certain feeling?
Or is she it all?
What makes or breaks her?
WHat are her dreams?
What's so divine that calms her so?
Yet enrages all the same?
Why 2 reactions to the same feeling?
What is she?
That miracle lady?
She is herself,
All alone.
Struggling
Loving and hating all the same.
The calmness that you see is her peace with herself
The pain poses her rage.
In actions imposed
And words revealed.
Feelings manifested,
largely crumpled.
She is but one 'man'
And that is me.
-Naureen
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4 comments:
And you rightly should be=) Proud that is. You couldn't have portrayed it better. Love it.
Awwww thank u!!! :)
a bit exaggerative, but very absorbing!
HAHAHAHAHA at exaggerative! :p But then u dun know yr REAL self until u exaggerate abt it.
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