Tapestry Of Hate

Set of stories established into a sheet,
Linked with grace of hands that seems to be dull and shaken,
She keeps on gracing until love hates,
Dealing on matters that are not taken.

Love to her is honest, pure and mind-soothing,
Although she knows her story is not that good-ending kind of thing,
But!
She keeps her hope and keep going,
To find an end that basically teared her soul crying.

The truth she knows and shall be the only truth,
Not every love story comes with happy ending,
She might be dreaming and hoping,
To be that Princess waiting for Prince Charming.

At the end,
That set of stories tells it all,
It told the world how unfair the tapestry was made for,
Trembled hands put hatred and evil pure,
And not that beautiful, elegant tapestry that she was hoping for.

She cried.
Because she knew it all. Too well.

Gods Are Here

Gods are here with you,
For the sake of making you feel good, bad, sad, glad.

Gods are here with you,
Not guiding but messing,
Not helping but torturing,
Not smiling but smirking.

Gods are here with you,
They said they feel you,
But the truth is that they are testing you.

Upon yourself to justify your act.
The perfect question is--

Are you living within Their limits ?
The intertwine of limits and needs.

You justify.