Smiles Of the Solitude

Smiles of the Solitude

                                       _Miss A

It’s just, some things put a charm on me, and those are the chimes of blessings

It’s been some time, and I say I am fine, and I realize what sets me free,

Why people describe children as avatar of gods,

Why chirping of birds as the midst of bliss,

‘Cause some things which you can’t prevent, hold your heart down

And you want to steal that felicity, from anyone

And I treasured it all along, but sometimes you believe,

Somehow those keys are in wrong hands, as treasures are perfect for heist.

But the devil told me, do what it takes, let no one own it

Greed is something, quite addictive, and so am I to my key

Can’t get out the scandal, I put myself in, wanting for more,

More precious feelings I wish to deal with, add specification to the smile

I keep on my face, always there, with perfection, more like a lady

And I keep on running and running, from one best thing to other

Un-appealed, sabotaged,

Looking for that factor, which adds the grace to my price

Which makes me more expensive to be yours, or of anyone,

Just as per the devil’s liking

Little did I know, what I wish for, can’t be manufactured in lots

For every unique material, it needs to be the one and only of its kind

No matter what you buy from those big brands, likeness to add your value

Can’t increase it, might be beloved and wished by everyone

Makes it no creative

For the ones left solitary, relying on originality rather than branding

Holds the more expensive piece, yet begging for a living

The ones everyone forgot, with the trends, of being outstanding

I was quite angry, to be in such a low place, but leaves me thankful

I don’t know if it was the texture of worthy material

Or the heaviness in the shopkeepers voice, which I am yet not sure

Was it teary or not, but for a moment which caught me,

I knew it was there, when it was there, when I was so pleased

With the poor man’s originality and his way of blessing

Wishing the youth knew, what beauty relies in the hands which knit,

Washed, and made every inch itself

Wished it knew, how hard work it takes, to keep the taste alive

To make a wonderful, perfection of a piece, a masterpiece

And he does add those extra works; pull efforts, without a fee

With only yet motive, the owner gives you all with a smile

I am no thief, but I would steal that happiness and grace

And add it my perfection and charm, and let it open to shine

No matter who set its eye on it, you can’t snipe it

Shared to me in forms of pure blessings

‘Cause I took it from the smiles of the solitude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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