A few glances,
and her heart dances.
Not to happiness,
but to sheer nonsense.
A few hellos
and she lost her senses,
her eyes following nothing closely,but his quick paces,
from one corner to the other,
just a smile and no word,would he utter,
and her heart was snatched.
She never gave it willingly,
yet everything happened so suddenly,
all because of her naivety.
This was not a chapter in a novel,
where scenes are planned before they unravel,
it was a reality,
but she lived it like fantasy.
Every chapter passed like a short play,
action without delay.
This is what she can narrate,
a story with which she can relate.
A stranger took her to the skies,
and just as time flies,
he blew her like a missile.
A play well drafted,like war,
and slowly but sporadically,
she made a familiar headline,
“OLYMPUS HAS FALLEN.”
She was a heroine until then,
when she conceded defeat,
one that left her unfit,
not with a broken rib or blotched eyes,
but with silent cries, and fear to face the world.
Her story charred,
tantamount to vandalized houses,
She recounted her steps into a raw deal,
one that led her dignity to peel.
Her actions came first,
and the brain last!