Hope.

She sees bright snowflakes
In the dark of the night;
She hears sweet music
In the chaos of life.

The tear that wells up in her eye,
Only softens the rigid lines.
She still wears that sweet smile,
And chooses to forget what is left behind.

But pain is no less evil;
It doesn't let her breathe.
It latches onto every happy memory,
And makes her writhe in grief.

She bequeaths all the good times,
And kisses the bitter or the sweet.
As a just connoisseur,
She tastes all confines.

She reaches for sky-high,
Even though she is grounded;
She looks around in hope,
Even when she is stranded.

To be.

I want to be a free bird;
Fly across distances.
I want to be able to breathe in
The cold fresh air,
And then close my eyes to
Feel it brush past my face.
I want to  free fall...
Get lost in the blue vastness.
Like I have nothing to care about;
No worries to clench me.
I want to cease the moment,
And feel the void.
The feeling of not being happy or sad,
But the feeling to be...
I want to stay there for as long as it takes
To achieve eternal bliss.
To realise my existence and bask in my own presence.
Like there is no entity so pure, so free..
Or more satisfied than me!