Dancing to life

She was born to dance.... to herself
It made her happy, Made her sad,
It made her a sinner and a saint
She would be the queen
she would be the slave;
she was everything in the world
and its emptiness too,
It made her reach high and low both in one go;
she performed for others , but danced for herself more
she ruled the world with no control;
she inspired madness which made sense to her;
she chose to be still in the rhythm and move without music around;
Everyone could see but it was still unseen
Someone could guess that she made a mess, but the glow on her face made it worth it
when there was no one around and she become a seductress,
When crowds were looking she became an actress
The 'know- it- all' who knows that she knows not. She moves with confidence into the unknown;
Sure that she’ll get up even if she falls. That at the end of the day,
it is what who she is that counts and not what people think she is.

Free....

She knows she is not free,
Chained by the shackles of society who made those for security,
She is afraid of herself…if only she knew
That the only duty that she has was to be happy with herself
She knows that she is not free,
Falling and falling everyday from the her own eyes
Cause she can’t decide, what does she want
Cos she does not know, wht is right and what is wrong
For her and for others
Why is it fair, and why it isn’t…
She knows she is not free,
But she needs to try, try as long as she can cause then it will give what she wants,
love, happiness and peace
but it’s a long road…an arduous task
the enemy inside is hard to fight..harder to identify
it sometimes defines you…can she lose this definition
does she want to??
She is not free…not yet…but she will be
Hope survives…