I looked inside my soul
in depth of thoughts,
Being kind is sin, i asked?
Felt one’s way people around me invariably filthy,
I’m sole suffering of the tragedy.

Periodically, being sensitive makes me fragile,
As i born entirely altruistic,
I often found myself home
cursing,dating,loving & rebuilding myself privately.

Nevertheless, prayed for golden sands of time,
I wrapped myself in bed,deeper & deeper,
To palpate peace & privacy of me,
Heart palpitating against my chest.

Mind advises staying at home,
where the heart believes it will vanish
kept flexing that emotion repeatedly
in order to pursue endurance & effort.

Dear me!! It’s you versus you.
The moon was never pefect
to appear as whole,
it passes twelve periodic phases.
Won’t let betrayed by the cupids
It’s possible, lose the fear of being broken,
Potray strong, you are almighty’s moppet .
© Rinki bhardwaj