​”Others speak,   of how indifferent you are

            But they know not what’s true

                Or of what you’ve been through.

      All they see is a cold exterior

            Shun away the world,   with an austere barrier.
But the deepest corners of your soul

            Sing a story,   that’s been left untold

              For once,   those barriers didnt exist

                  Buried within was a heart   –   umbrageous
A heart within which dwelled a flame

            Like a glimmer of sunshine 

              Radiating warmth,   enough to destroy the night

      Shunning the shadows with light

            For in glee,   she took delight
But today this heart’s pieces

            Lay strewn;   desultorily,   in this condemned house

              Covered in layers of dirt and scars

                Finding solace,   only within walls
For now all you see

            Is no fragile being

              A cold exterior,   it is

For the world need not know

                  Of the cold-hearted’s war”

Are You?


“You are not; what others see,

Nor are you what rumours speak,

Neither are you the colour of your skin,

Nor the accent you spew from your lips.

You maybe the person with outstretched arms,

The one with a warm embrace and a light heart.

Be not fooled by the books you carry,

Nor by the glance of onlookers as you pass by,

For what they fail to see is;

A fragile being none lesser than themselves,

Carrying her world within her heart.

For you are not; what you wear,

Neither are you the status you bear,

Nor the religion you follow,

And definitely not the language that you speak.

But yes you are; the head filled with dreams,

The love you notice, but everyone disagrees.

Let not your vision be shadowed by the rest,

For you are not what they choose to see,

But everything that’s unique.”