crossroads.

[author's note: i am not good at poetry,i am horrible with rhymes,if you hang me upside down and skin me alive,still i wont be able to rhyme.but,i wanted to try my hand at poetry,not rhyming...please honestly answer if it was any good.hope you guys are able to understand my first attempt]

the ring sparkled on her finger,

her eyes scanned the endless blue skies,

the stone's glare blinded her,

she wondered whether it was worth all the fuss about.

eyes that had true heart in them looked at her with love,

guilt churned in the innermost chambers of her soul,

for how was she to tell,

that though she loved him with all her essence,

the clear blue skies,and the endless country roads beckoned her,

that at an age where the blood is young and the heart reckless,

though intuition tells her that her heart is true,her world will not understand the call of her wild,her wanderlust.

that though melting in his arms came naturally to her,waking up to her dreams is also what she craved for.

that though the world was biased to her gender,she knew the impossible is possible with passion.

her eyes glistened as she realised that she needed him to be with her,accompany her on this journey,

without being the owner of her soul,but as the person she gifted it to,

not as the one threatened by her independence and individuality ,but as the one who revels in it.

not as the one who has doubts on her credibility,but as the one who has trust on her instincts.

coz without him,the roads would be lonely and the life long.

but,she did not have the heart to give up the life she coveted and replace it with a life compromised on the grounds of just being with him,

tied in the sacred grounds of alliance,by sacrificing her true self on its altar

and forever stare longingly at the vast skies of freedom.

strange are the ways of love,

which offers you one sort in place of the other.