HIM, She Couldn't Beat..

The girl boarded the crowded bus ,

She walked, Head down, amongst the fuss ,

She sat on the "ladies" seat, lowered her sight ,

But her chin was up, posture upright
  

For having the 'Reserved' seat so lucky she felt ,

Just then her keys dropped, she knelt ,

On getting up, she saw a man staring at her,

But she kept quite, as she'll have to, forever
 

She kept quite, didn't speak ,

Because HIM, she couldn't beat.
 

She alighted from the bus, went into the house,

There she saw her god, her boss, her spouse ,

She lowered her sight again, started with the dusting ,

Just then the cloth hit the vase, dropping it, shattering!!
 

She froze. Her muscles didn't even flex,

Because she knew what was next ,

Inside she was shaking, shivering, shattering ,

Then It started, the slapping, beating, violating 

She was covered in blood, but she didn't speak ,

Cause HIM, she couldn't beat.

I Am Not Alone!

I see you in the dark night, the lonely alley,

I see you walking down the street,

I see you turn, and look at me,

I see you smile, so playfull, sweet

I see you run, I see you hide,

I see you laughing, giggling playfully!

I then see you walking by my side,

I see your hand in mine, to leave, just not ready

So when I'm walking down the street,

And no ones there with me,

I am not alone,

I am not alone,

My Game, My Victory.

When the batsmen enter the ground,

Its our heart beats which pound,

They are gonna start the mission,

But its us who make the roaring sound

When holding the bat, the batsman takes his stance,

When the first ball, the baller plans,

In our hearts, its us balling, its us batting,

Its our heart, which is pounding.

They strategise, its they who start,

The game's on the field, but the action's in our heart.

When the ball leaps out of the ballers hand,

The heart leaps out of our chest, in the stands,

When with the first shot, the ball goes cracking,

We are the ones nervous, the ones who are perspiring!

When the ball travels through the air towards the fielder,

The fielder brings his hands together, to take the catch,

Its us whose mouth keeps opening far and wider,

And then closes with a smile once the ball rests in his hands..