The One

The walls she built

every brick carefully laid
overtime as she grew
With dark clouds
hovering overhead
and freezing mist of nightmares
following her about.
Yet she yields magic
and let wanderers penetrate the shield
leading them to the holdings
of love and compassion.
She is the fire that blazes eternal
yet the drop of joy pours nonetheless.
She is an enigma, the puzzle of the world
where fire and ice co-exist.
For the love she bestows
overwhelmingly endearing.
For the qualms she has
overtly amazing.
For the words, she spouts,
the truth that pinches,
overbearing,
Yet,
the cocoon of her embrace,
the drizzle of her smile
and the downpour of her laughter
shines like the first rays of the sun
tearing away the cloak of the dark.
She is the blend of the day and night
ethereal like the dusk and the dawn
that holds the mysteries of the world
with unembraced and unnoticed identity
unique, the only one.
The prize you ought to embrace, not own.
© srijaprasita