You, you standing right there,
Yes, you wearing the Dark Black dress
And your face covered by long locks and short bangs;
What are you hiding, your eyes with that smudged black Kohl
Smeared all across your white as light face.
You look so tall and healthy but I can sense the shiver
Running through your spine, as you kneel down helplessly
And cry and scream and wonder what went wrong;
Just when you thought you had me all figured out,
I looked pretty simple and straight isn't it?
I saw you suffer from the time you had senses,
I saw you in hurt and despair,
I saw you worry, I saw you hurry
I saw enough, It was time to smile now, my dearest.
For I saw you try, cry, attempting to die,
I saw you losing, losing your belief in me.
You thought you had me figured out then,
I was being ruthless, merciless, making you feel helpless,
Is all what you could think of
But I was just watching, watching your show.
Just when you thought of ending it all,
I started a new beginning,
You reluctantly embraced my shoulder for crying
You cried lakes and rivers and oceans, But
I knew I had to make you smile, shower you with care and concern,
Make you believe in me, make you better.
You did believe, but you went too far,
You thought I was your puppet
You thought you knew the in and out. You thought I was a plan.
It was time now for a reality check.
I am not your friend, I am not your lover,
Nor am I your near or dear one.
But I am there everywhere, whether you need me or not.
For one thing, you can never figure me out.
Taking for granted and being over confident,
Is not what I want of you,
I say this coz you, yes you my dearest, are my puppet.
And I, am a puzzle, waiting to be put together.
There are a million ways, but you need know which one is best,
As I watch you, hit you, shine on you, as your deeds be.
You struggled, you tried,
You got hurt, you cried,
You acquired me, you smiled,
Do you still not know I am a part of you?
I am as a matter of fact you.
And you thought you knew yourself all along,
Isn't this a shock?
But as I hide in your bosom this time,
Don't let go, I won't grant you a quarter.
It is time for change. It is time, for transformation.
P.S. This is a conversation between Life, in person, with the girl.