“An Eternal love “

The Time I Was A Shy Girl,
People Were Shaken To See
My Eyes That Sparkled On ‘Stage’,
I Didn’t Have A Comforter
When I Was Preyed Upon
By A Soul Wrencher,
But ‘It’ Saved My Dying Soul,
It Still Does.
The Time I Found An Eternal First Love,
I Was New Again,
I Was Pure At Once.
I Didn’t Understand ‘It’s’ Significance
But I Could Definitely Feel ‘It’s’ Warmth.
Everyone Says I Am A Listener
But On Stage I Am Loud And Clear
Without A Single Spoken Word.
How ‘It’ Empowers Me Is Just A Magical State
But How I Completely Am ‘Me’ Is A Liberating Tale.
Dance Never Has And Never Will
Leave My Heart,
‘It’ Forever And Ever Has Been A Loyal Companion.
What Dance Is For Me??
It’s A Raw Expression Which Never Needs A Pointing Toe And A Somersault ;
But It Only Needs A Wild Heart…
-Sylie

” Apathetic Truth”

The Sun Still Rise Even
When My Soul Is Too Tired To Wake Up,
The Darkness Of The Night Still Arrives Even
When I Want To Keep Living
A Beautiful Day Of Bliss;
Never Have I Ever Seen A Justice So Unbiased,
That Is Sturdy Even If The World Is Ending…

Hours in Heaven…

This poem is inspired by few hours with a person who uplifted me and encouraged me to express myself. Those definitely were hours in heaven…

Bothered By Their Unnecessary Looks
You Conceal Yourself,
Anxious About What They Will Say
You Camouflage Yourself,
Bugged By Their Opinions
You Lead Your Life Through Sheep Tracks;
But Is This What You want?
Is This What Defines You?
You Are Dying Inside To Take
‘The Road Not Taken’,
You Are Filled With The Forte To Bring
Into This World That You Only Possess,
Then Go Ahead And Express
That Beautiful Soul Of Yours.
No one Is Like You And
No one Can Replace You,
You Are Uncommon,
Then Why Do You
Settle For The Conventional;
So Go Ahead And Express
That Beautiful Soul Of Yours…

Hours of darkness :Part 1

Is It My Fault That I Can’t Give Words To What I Feel?
Is It A Lie If I Struggle
To Give Those Memories Words?
Am I Invalid Just Because
It Is A New Thing For You?
Or Am I Crazy Just Because
You Haven’t Been This Way?
To Tell You The Truth
I Am Not Crazy Just Because
You Do Not Understand That
Night Speaks To Me,
I Am Not Invalid Just Because
You Are Busy And Occupied With Mundaneness.
I Am Not A Lie If Night cries With Me
By Remembering The Struggles Of The Past And This Very Moment.