Misfortunes.

With yesterday's nightmare and tomorrow's hope she was soothing herself,
A shelf full of messed up books and her dusty hazel eyes.
A perfect combination of blooming rays! Just like ice on fire and clouds on volcano.
With her admirable complexion and restful tiredness.
She took a step towards the world.
World full of hopeless pleasures and timeless expressions,
Welcomed her with a well of criticism.
On the new grass she stepped hesitatingly trying to forget the past.
But past, that was such a misery stepped yet again in the dark!
With all the books she moved further,
With every move she found his shadow following her.
Remarkably she missed her own shadow.
Just as the fault lies within. He lies in her.
And the love, stole her.