Abstract Paradise

Drips and Drops of blood,

Pale as a flower bud,

Quivering and Shivering,

cold as Ice,

Lost in her reclusive paradise.

As she opened her eyes,

Struggling and juggling to rise.

Counting her days to be alive,

In a world so rigid to survive.

Bewildered and startled there she stood,

fathoming her? Nobody would.

Delusions and errors in the vicinity.

Bestowing life to the faint infinity.

If

If I could Move around the mob;
 Unnoticed,
If I could sing a melancholy;
 Unheard,
If I could survive the abhorrence;
 Untouched,
If I could see the Light;
 Unsighted
If I could smile;
 Unhappy,
Life would be plain,
No gain, No pain.

If I could cry and die;
 for myself,
If I could stand still;
When I am numb,
If I could Speak my heart out;
When I am hurt,
If I could be selfish;
For once,
If I could See the world beyond infinities;
To live.
Life would be euphoric,
Not tragic, Not Traumatic.

Under The Dreaming Tree

Under the dreaming tree,
I sit and look back at me.
destitute and lonely.
fearing Intimacy.

Now I see myself smile.
Strong, and no-more fragile.
Getting over my insecurities,
giving life new priorities.

Elated and bold here I stand,
Isolated in this crowded land.
But in myself I could see,
An everlasting bright destiny.