Whits of Her Soul

This inquisitive fellow here serves an inclination towards reading, writing, exploring new things and much more....

Words tumbled down her lips

Tears trickled down her cheeks

Avalanche of emotions gushing through her veins

Smashed her, whittled her from within

Summoning up every ounce of strength

She bestirred herself, she woke up again

Striving, tendering herself with morsels of consolation

To tame the very bedlam within that soul so quiversome

The unlucky wight had encountered anew

A web of deceit and treachery hazing what was true

These eyes have witnessed those tottering steps

Trembling body, sushed squeals and yelps

Attiring herself with colossal of strength

She still treads, still tries to skip the fence

Well, the poem will still continue

Whether the life be mirthful or miserably blue....

Comments

Shivangi Rani (author) on June 20, 2019:

Thanks.... I am glad you still remember those lines....

Adnan from Earth, Universe on June 20, 2019:

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"Life moves on, the way life does

But some things are prettier the way life was.

The verse of life may not always rhyme

As it is just an intricate way of the passing time."

And deceit is painful, especially when associated with one who we value more than life but you know, its just their loss....people like these do not deserve the love they are showered with.....And if life turns miserably blue, remember you are the poet of the verse of your life.......And "when life hassles amidst crosses and nodi , run away adroitly.......note, the word goes 'healthy wizard' "....such beautiful words to cling to....someone taught me this.... :)....{ I might have written much , but I still don't know what to say about the poem}