Her

She wasn't always cold

Careless Of the burden

Of life and time.

She wasn't always numb

Down to the core

that she couldn't feel.

She wasn't always broken

Her heart was once 

A livid treat

She wasn't always quiet 

Time keeps of when all that was heard

was her sound and laugh.

She was once a treat of a company 

Resonating her vibrance and symphony 

Sporting a smile that couldn't go unnoticed

And the hearer-bearer to everyone's tale.

What changed her is not to question 

But to introspect and ask within

Are we the reason to her distraught 

To the loss of an inevitable smile

To the scars to her heart

Or are we the reason to her paleness

Because we let it go unnoticed 

Unabashed we stood in our own sway

Undeterred by what happens

Just to keep ourselves at arm's bay

And live a life that looks for one

Ourself but for none.

The Crippled Kid

The Crippled Kid

I ain't crippled of all sorts

But all you see are the odds

My flaws are my fine

that diminish all my shine

for I was bestowed upon with such;

To get it, I did not do much.

Nobody looks around the flaw

Neither skips a chance to put the claw.

For once if they looked inside

keeping all the assumptions aside,

the real me shall appear upfront

who carries the scar of the burnt.

But I've never seeked redemption

All I seek is mere exemption

From the opinion they hold on me

that demand them to have a glee,

They bind the bird within

That could fly aflight of my skin.