She

He, lived behind the lines…

She, with the scars ,

that made those lines ..

those lines of her poem…

Finding Me

The chattering sound of the rain
Awoke all the senses of her brain
The desire ,the passion,the love
And all that makes her a women
The desire, yearns for the unattainable  .
The passion, set her free,
The love, brought her back to life.
And all together she became Me.
I not only saw the rain
But felt it with all my veins
As every drop slid down on me
I looked at the sky
Being fully me.

Behind Lives

As I walk through the streets of life,

the roads were long and felt very narrow ,

the atmosphere suffocated all around.

People running behind their lives,

Some had a grip and

Some slipped a bit,

But none I saw sat behind.

High and ecstatic on a side,

Coats and bows were their pride.

Low and casual on the other side,

Kept their pace without leaving behind.

None had a choice

but to let life decide,

where to begin and

Where to explore.