the discreet shadow.

she painted the sky in crimson red
when every one else was coloring it blue
she swore that in red she saw the serenity
but all they could think of was ambiguity

she waltzed to the echoes of the moonbeam
while every one else was busy wishing on the stars
she heard the soft alluring melody crystal clear
but others only sensed the silence it bore

she wrote in an engaging endless epiphany
to find every one skimming and smashing it abruptly
perhaps it was not a masterpiece but an average
but still to her it was an enchanting euphoric soliloquy

she waited solemnly and silently till ages passed
despite the chaos and calamity every one created
for in the farthest corner of her heart lies her faith
that one day God would see her standing in the crowd

i keep seeing her dark glances as if she were livid
so i asked her one day for a fragment of her life and memories
i knew then that i did not have to ask for she replied
"I am you, my broken child."