Slinging scribbles

‘I’ would like to write for ‘me’ Would ‘you’ hear it while ‘I’ write for ‘me’? The ferocious lions would dance with joy, Peacocks would battle to showcase their best feathers, It would be all gay; it would be blazing glory, Would ‘you’ be fine while all that gaiety is mine? Forget the reasons, the simmering little conclusions, Its about the sky, its also about the earth, Its about the past while ‘I' foresee a distance in future. Dubious is my scheme, so were ‘you’ with your choices, Little special that ‘I’ felt is a little ‘me’ in ‘you’, Unheard, unseen, broken yet serene. Do you know the power of courage? It is a win that was won without a battle, A hurt soul without a shatter. A conscience without a blemish, A respect preserved and cherished. ‘I’ move ahead and let ‘you’ live While the ferocious yet kind lions dance with joy, The peacocks taking turns to showcase their fair. All in mirth for all for me, While ‘you’ owned, but a li...

Plain.Plain, clear, complete blue with hints of white. Dark.Dark, muddy, incomplete brown with more than a hint of black. Up, above, rise and fly, like the sky, we heard, she soars high. Down, below, dust and dry, like the ground, we also heard, for he settled low and lie. Then why did they marry, you may ask, 'Why'? Laugh, scoff at the proud sky, but care to ask, 'Why?' Smirk, chuckle, you may, but do ask, 'Why?' Ask, do not ignore but please wonder 'Why?' For it was on that day, when the night marred her jolly. Shattered her trust for even the dreadful sun hid behind the ferocious black demons. Plain, clear, complete blue, she was then,  But deep,dark, bleak and vicious black she was now. Someone, somebody, something had suddenly struck her... With a flash thin flickering light it crackled and thundered with a hint of blue. Left no trace but a scar, brute and blunt. She had been hurt. Hurt by someone,somebody,something, Struck by ...