Standing in the balcony I shouted,
Moon I want to ask you something,
Was it you whom I saw today dancing,
Or by your lookalike girl,my eyes were cheated.
Moon gave me a smirk and hid behind clouds,
'Please answer my queries', I shouted loud,
'Whoever it may be', my heart said,
As the feeling of love had already spread.
Wanted to see my moon again and again,
My eyes used to wait ,as a land longing for rain,
'Look my moon has arrived ,The Queen of my fiction',
But 'they' said this moon belongs to another religion.
'They' say serving humanity is prime,
But loving a human is crime,
Confused whether to laugh or to cry at my state,
Or let my heart learn how to hate.
My stubborn heart wasnt hearing any explanation,
Throbingly said,you always care for your reputation,
This time all my doubts quickly fled,
Realized my heart needs more than it said.
Now on seeing my moon, my neck turns in fear,
My mind shuts down, when she come near,
My eyes turn red,which used to be like dove,
Quickly my soul replies my heart,'Darling Its Criminal's Love'.
'What is Criminal's Love?', I asked my soul,
My soul replied in utter hyperbole,
Breaking all the stereotypes in you,
'They' think You are a criminal too.
Further it said,how much 'they' are immature,
Truth crafted by them want to overpower truth of nature,
That stubborn wit in them,will always hold its principle,
And always consider you as their criminal.
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A TOUCH OF MY EMOTIONS
PoetryBeautiful, white and charming, Everyone looks a fairy with this thinking. But in my life there is a special vibe, I met a fairy of some different type. 'Mom' I call her, with a tune so nice, And always find my path with her advice. Always want to ta...
