Conflict

He tried everything to win her heart.
Unaware.. that she had already lost it..
To her soul.

Sadly,
External beauty  never impressed her.
Internal beauty ruled her soul.

But,
Both unaware.. He had lost his soul..
To her heart.

She was called ascetic..
But it wasn't the life she chose.

Savouring the bitter truths..
While enduring all the woes.

And, about this path..
She had all the clues.

Still she dared to love..
Though destined to  lose.

Dangerous Soul

"Writers are dangerous!" he complained.

"Why?" *perplexed* she asked.

"They invade your soul."

She smiled..
Her soul was in her writings.

The Dreamer & The Illusionist

It was a forlorn path,
And she was walking alone.
Chasing the life she wants..
On the road, from where..
Everybody was gone.

Living the life of a dreamer,
She wanted to make 'em real.
The apparent dreams she saw
And also those..
That sound surreal.

One day,
On that lonely path,
He crossed her way.
And the words he said in silence,
Left her in dismay.

It was the familiar silence,
She didn't want to break.
'Cuz she knew. .
The pain of pouring out heart
And the tormenting it'd take.

Living the life of an Illusionist,
One day,
He cast a magic spell..
To know what he never heard
And what she wanted to tell.

As he leaned forward. .
To listen what she was saying..
He recalled..
The wretched road he trod..
And how sufferings went playing.

But his was a kind soul,
So the agonies he didn't express.
That forlorn path was beautiful
To her,  he proved
As he escaped distress.

This way,
He heard what he couldn't hear..
She said what she couldn't say..
With such love in disguise..
The dreamer and the illusionist ..
Loved life in their own way !!