Trust is..

Easier said than done.
When one loses her rationale,
How can trust keep her afloat?

The truth of yesteryears,
Seem too far and faded.
To trust the fact, the logic,
By a heart so jaded.

Trust can be so strong,
Yet so fragile at the same time.
Trust can keep one alive,
Yet break one's heart so deeply.

How does one retain her trust,
In a moment so sadly tainted?

7 Days as a Butterfly

Wings Colourful, Widely spread;
It breezes along, the flower bed.

Pretty flowers, Natural scent;
Alongside it, beautifully unkempt.

Graceful sun, Embracing warmth;
Flower to flower, Fluttering along.

Wings float, Drifted by the wind;
Higher and higher, mid-air its in.

Scent is lost, flowers gone;
Missing in the air and beyond.

Flutter weakens, wind missed;
Downward spiral, and it spins.

Lost and paralysed, in its state;
Whirlwind of events belies its fate.