She looks at the world
her lips dont speak a word
her eyes speak a thousand stories
that lie hidden inside her, untold - unheard.
Her heart is a harem
where mayhem does a belly dance
in the chaos and pandemonium that prevails
Calm, Composure, Clarity don't stand a chance.
Her mind seeks some closure
to the volcano bubbling behind the veil
Its her struggle to contain the bursting lava
that does not let her wounds heal.
Life isnt the same everyday
Nor it behaves as one yearns
Its the destiny that manifests itself
through the karmas that one earns.
The dark cold stone of her diety
gives her determination to keep strong
It inspires her to continue with her might
as time and tide dont stay so for long.
As night turns , she readies like a doll,
her customers come and she dons her smile
A clean innocent soul like her,
for the world she turns into Geisha, the vile.
