Self Contemplation

She has always been one of those brightest and smartest kids in school, and it’s not like she wanted to be,
She’s still an apple of everyone’s eye,
But that’s not all that she wishes to see.

She has a heart of gold and she looks for things beyond barriers,
Little did she know that she was looking for a life of a warrior,
Hundred and thirty acres of bizarre things she imagines in her mind throughout her day,
But deep down, deep down, no matter what people say,
She knows that something is making its way.

She thinks her eyes are a little different,
because it only beholds beauty through them,
No wonder why, ‘sparkling eyes’ and a ‘friend of fire’ are the literal meaning of her name.
She has never been heard before you see, she has never  been heard before,
But now she likes to write,
Twenty four years of mere existence,
Her dreams never went out of her sight.

You see these people, they think “she is cool”,
And there is she is, smiling to herself for she knows, she is a little too old school,
And did she tell you that she loves colours?
She is fond of colours,
And she wishes to paint everything she finds,
But will this world let her paint and fill those colours amidst the black and white canvases of their minds?