You know how it is to stare at the stars and wonder,
How they got there so high,
And twinkle with glory?
You know how it is to wonder what mirage could be made of,
And how many a times we have been fooled to presume it to be a river,
Old or young, smart or dumb,
Mirage had been a river to us not long ago!
You know how fluffy clouds seem,
Scientists preached that they are a big ball of water,
But I could never get my head around
To me it is always going to be a cotton candy
On which I would slumber peacefully one day.
You know how it is to accept those things which doesn't sound right?
That is how it is when they tell their girls not to dream.
No, listen to my story
The words
Or perhaps this not so poetic poetry,
Girls are haughty, stubborn people who love heels,
They are a bright little thing who love rainbows
They are suckers for glitter,
And shopping is just their thing
They are the ones who glance for two hours in the mirror,
And mind you that's a glance
Girls are crazy, chic-flic lovers, an object,
A piece of love
A piece of stubbornness and whatnot.
And let me ask you,
Who gave you the right to define girls that way?
No one. Or perhaps they did.
Nothing to be cared about anyway.

You know what it is to be a girl?
To lay and stare at the ceiling dreaming of stars,
To peep out of the balcony to see her brother playing,
To run miles in a dream
But a few metres to walk to school in reality is her only 'outing'
She isn't supposed to hop and jump,
Not a little creature who can be crazy as she likes,
She can't laugh too much,
Can't speak geek language even though she might be a mighty geek,
She wouldn't speak back to you. No.Not ever.
She doesn't have desires...
You know? After all why would she if everyone states that they dream for her?
She doesn't even get to dream at times,
She fears brokenness so much.
She is scarred beneath.
Deep Down and you'll never know.
A smile to all,
A breeze to the wrecked ones,
A rain to the distraught,
A hurricane within.
She is much more than an object.
She is made of jagged scars that she can juggle heartbreaks like a clumsy little child,
Because she never knew that her heart had just been broken.
And you know what?
This is not how all the girls are out there too...
This is who an empath is.
People who give too much
To be left with nothing.
So you know what she asks for return for all this?
One true love.
Love.
That is all she needs,
If one person could genuinely love her like she does,
You wouldn't see a light alike the ones in her eyes,
She would cry and break down,
If you muttered your affection once,
Because love is such a strange concept to her.
She thinks she can give but to get
Was just not her thing.
Deep down
Her inner soul craves love like water
And she knows it.
She is delicate yet strong,
Pillows know her secrets
More than humans.
She loves boundlessly,
And she believes everyone does too.
She is thankful,
Perhaps can't think why wrong things can happen,
Qadr Allah she would say.
This is a girl I'm talking about
Who stares at the stars
The clouds
And mirage
As if they were her lovers,
And you know what?
They actually had become her lovers.
When they tell you to shower diamonds to your lady
Dear men out there, know that your lady is not the other one.
She might not be the one for diamonds,
She might be the one who counts every seconds
that you spend with her.
She might not drill a hole in your pocket,
Perhaps she would stitch the torn up ones
When next time the dude of yours comes to rant about his lady
Drilling holes in his pocket,
Craving for heels and diamonds more than food,
Know that it is 'his' lady and not every honored lady out there.
Next time when that dude complains about how his lady thinks his parents are annoying,
Know that it is 'his' lady and not yours.
That empath right there would hand over her heart to your parents,
Because to her strangeness isn't a theory at all...
To her people become her heart,
And not a part of her feelings.
She loves. She loves hard. Don't fall for generalization and break her heart.
Know that your lady isn't like others.
Don't get one of those self-help books
Which says "ten ways to win the heart of your woman"
Don't. Ever. Do. That.
She isn't an analogy
Or an experiment of the book.
She is an entire book of secrets and passion
Learn her and be you.
Empathy isn't her trait...
She just became an ambassador of it.