Nisha Advani's Blog

A tiny speck in his gigantic world Adoring protégé came along that girl; A sparkle in the lion's expressive eyes Told a tale clear as pure blue skies. Many a word they exchanged Forging a bond unexplained; But destiny rolled its fateful dice When the once warm lion turned to ice. "I protect thee, o little one... Your innocence overlooks aiming guns." "Noble sire, jungle laws proclaim I should fear thee, But my undiluted intentions set me free." Torn between head and heart Lion and Lamb now stay far apart; His inhibitions are not unwarranted For mighty hunters often get hunted.

A heart sheltered by a house of cards Bittered, shattered, broken into shards; Lashing words, she rants uncontrolled For all those tales that remain untold. Shameful, her endless unanswered rings She buries her lament in yet another drink; She knows not where the painful road ends All she asks for the journey is a friend.  Lonely tears flood her structured dam When she realizes "life's great!" is but a sham; Crumpled, withered, clueless where to start She lies fallen, completely fallen apart.