Shadow.

He is her shadow, that never leaves her side, even in darkness. Yes, it is ironic, but she does have a shadow which is by her side even in the darkest of hours. The shadow, that accompanied an irksome person like her in each and every situation. The person, who is vivacious and has been filling colors in her life for almost 2 years now. From The Big Bang Theory jokes to consoling her when she's down, from teasing her on being fat to admiring her and telling her she looks like a cute fat pie. The shadow, that apologizes for not being around, even though he's there, all the time, every second of her life. He can tell just by a text message of hers that if she's feeling down. The one who would tease her all day long, tell her she sucks, that he hates her, and still adore each and every quirk of her. Someone, who loves everything about her, even the things people detest about her. "Please name one thing you hate about me?" she asks, "But nobody can hate anything about you my love, you're adorable". He notices her smiles, her tears, her emptiness, her emoticons, her feelings, the dress she's wearing, her hairstyle, and admire every single thing about her time and again and he never gets tired of it. The person, who's her pride and who's her arrogance. The one she would never be afraid to trust on. He is HER person. The one who is with her in her best times and can also handle her in her worst times. He has an immaculate brilliance when it comes to telling her how beautiful she is. He is her BESTESTIESTY.

I end here.

What brought happiness to me, now triggers my pain,
The downpour, withers my veins,
The fragrance of the roses in the spring,
The twines of wine tied like a string,
It makes me nostalgic, my heart aches,
I'm fragile, you touch me, I break.
Shattered I am, can't be gathered,
Collecting me you must sustain,
The tortures, cuts and the pain,
I'm a glass, a window pane,
Bleak like December's rain,
A poem you never share,
A mouthful of beer,
Yes, I end here.

Pirouette

She walks on the turfs in the lonely night,
with all her sorrows her soul ignites,
the cold breeze tickles her face,
She sees their silhouette on moon's full phase,
Oh how enchanting it was, when he proposed,
His grin was something she'd die for,
But thy love is not as important,
as to him is his life,
She never had listened,
When her intuition cried,
The night is different she realized,
Unlike other days, this time had flied,
Hours pass, clouds reign over,
covers the sky, the thunder hollers,
She discerns something like a dewdrop on her face,
Unsure she is, maybe its the tears rolling down due to pain,
and then there are more drops, the sky pours rain,
the cold breeze, the raindrops, a perfect twain,
the thunder and wind is like a symphony,
it feels like mother nature is singing a lullaby,
She senses something when she sips the wine,
She could be seen dancing to the rhyme,
she sways to her silence, her madness,
to her pain and to her loneliness,
Atlast herself had she descry,
The only night that didn't make her cry.