Your only chance.

Amidst the exasperating crowd, you find a soul bright
holding your ground, holding the 'red' of your belief.

Your heart is involved in here and so you feed your ego
as the tender heart makes you sway, making you weaker.

Weigh them both and if your heart wins, take the only chance
coz a second chance you may never have, may be you are losing all only on the edge of a pop.

Watering your memoir tree with your tears of sorrow, with the sigh of unspoken love
it is a mistake that you cannot undo, it is a crime that has perennial repercussions.

So be loud and be heard for once and as many times
until your love echoes with the same intensity and bequeath a lifetime endurance to you.

I say, "Pick up your chance!".

Light in Her dark

She knows about Him, about the fluorescent ray in Her dark
She wishes not for skies and stars
not Him as a bankroll or any material staff
for She is a poor girl, She has lost Her dear Heart
She finds in Him a mystical array of lights
slightly intimidated by His stare, mostly intrigued by the color hues
She dared to look into His eyes
for He locks Her, She transcends the darkest hours...