It was always so easy to just wave and smile,

Supressing what she really felt all this while,

So many expectations tied up with her actions,

What had she done to create such vile notions ?

Sharp rays shone through, blinding rather than lighting,

Sounds intended to be a prayer all rather piercing;

Goosebumps for no reason other than a sudden thought,

Rationale and logic all suddenly gone for a nought;

Eyes burning with a deep-rooted frustration,

The third crease on the forehead coz of the original expectation,

None of them interested in motives – all hung up on deliverables,

Neither conceptually clear, nor about the immediate actionables;

Their stupidity passed off as substance,

Lethargy as attention to nuance;

A plant like existence creating a comfort zone,

None choked by the grip of constant monotone…

Intensity they would worship without understanding,

Animosity they would accept without crossing,

All inherent and integral to what she was,

Delicacy and finesse hidden under a piece of gauze…

Fire and Ice; games of cats and mice,

None of it could be called very nice,

But what would one be without her burning fire,

She is meant to consume, for she is none other than Desire…