Like bright sunrises, scarlet roses and every star within our reach.
The world bustles with opportunities with each sip from my cup of coffee

She falls like caress on the ground.
Washing the bad,
spreading joy.
Each speck of her speaks of love.
She was gifted perhaps from the moon,
dearest monsoon.

She was drowning she knew it.
But that was nt what hurt.
He pretended like he was nt the reason.
That was what did.

It was ticking when I got my heart broken.
It ticked as I found my way back.
It shall tick even if we all were to perish and die,
that old clock, counted days of my life.
Ticking seconds like heartbeats
as if to remind nothing last forever.

She knew things were bad,
but insecurity just pulled her down.
She sure was scared,
In the end she did stand up.