This is the girl I love one who is a shadow
Shadow of a crime against all humanity
Born not of her mother’s womb
But of the convoluted currents of stifled sentiments
That hurl within the confines of a tortured soul
She exists but in a bubble of vacuumed unreality
A fictitious personality woven to shield pain waves
She exists but in fragments of mental instability
An illusion , an alternative way of expulsion
Of pent up emotion, half buried, half forgotten

She comes alive in all her resplendent rainbow colours
Her vibrant juvenile beauty charismatic and nubile
Like a mirage that lures the thirsty amid golden sands 
Or the comet of fluorescent raining sparks that vanishes
Like the moon that melts in the ebon night
And again comes alive as a huge platinum orb
To paint the dark streams of flowing water in silver
The firefly that glows with inherent beauty and purity
And loses its radiance at the slightest touch

Elusive though she is she remains within my soul
Alive and sparkling as a pearl in an oyster
Or is she just a dewdrop readily licked away
By the voracious rays of blazing sun of reality
A portion of a wilted withered soul
A haggard puppet in the hands of cruel fate
She appears as a rainbow of spectral hues
After the raging storm of emotional trauma
Only to fade away in the light of truth

Two souls alive within one body
Each oblivious of the existence of another
An ailment that needs to be cured
And the cure would entail the death of the shadow
That fluorescent illusion that I love
Who smiles innocently as a daffodil
Unaware of the unreality of its existence
She must die as the twilight dies
Leaving with her refulgent colours

And what would live would be a pale shadow
A reality so insipid, like a faded rose
One that would resemble you but only
As a mirror image
Yet somewhere a hope breathes softly
That when the pain dies from her eyes
You would as a part of her soul
Come alive within her
No longer an elusive shadow…