Held and Forbidden

 To all those constellations,

You saw in the scars,

To every soul who lived,

Yet were sparse.

To all those petals who fell,

And lost themselves.

To every twisted fantasy,

Of lovers who never met yet rejoiced.

We were far apart,

Of the expectations the world held.

Baby, we were the sky,

The limits upto which someone can fly.

How to describe life,

Which comes in colours.

To every rose which dies in books,

Unkempt in the wardrobes.

To every butterfly locked in cages,

With wings keen to fly.

To every soul defeated in eyes,

Held a million dreams as a child.

Smiles without crinkles in the corners,

Once held sun in their shoulders.

Burnt with flames,

Yet chasing a life.

We all lived through fire,

without a blanket around.

Walking on thorns,

Round and round.

To us who never were a choice,

Yet set our priorities.

To everyone wounded,

Yet running across the prairies.

We all knew we loved,

When hate was forbidden.

We held and embraced us,

When arms weren't wrapped in cold nights.

To every night without a moon,

We admired darkness within our hearts too.

A world unknown to all of us,

Is the world we criticised a lot.

By Priyasha Nayak