Pursuit

Engulfed in a spurt of quick excitement

Her twinkling eyes could no longer restrain

The notice being a harbinger of happiness

Like barren land blessed with a drop of rain.

The news contained her path to glory

A platform to showcase her hidden talent

Highly determined to chase her dreams

To disclose the news, she could hardly wait.

Her fingers dialed the most trusted number

Hoping to receive subtle encouragement

A pull of disappointment slackened her spirits

A fervent soul received yet another dent.

She disconnected the line with a heavy heart

But, her will remained strong as ever

She possessed the power to pursue her passion

Such tiny obstacles shall only make her braver.

Drop Of Duality

Resting on the edge of her misty eyes

Holding itself from rolling down

A tiny droplet of hurtful emotions

Yet, deep enough for your soul to drown.

Perfectly aware of her sufferings and grief

The minuscule drop lead a vehement protest

Refusing to take the agonizing journey

It stood still with feelings suppressed.

Compliance won the battle though

As the teardrop could no longer restrain

It travelled down from where it stood

With a sense of guilt for adding to her pain.

With a stable mind and heavy heart

She gently traced the droplet’s trail

Softly whispered to the caged emotion,

“Your connotation is far from frail.”

Not always does it represent misery

The teardrop often speaks another tale

A story of subdued valor and strength

A vital side that usually remains under the veil.