For my fairy...

A creature made of sugar and butter.
Senseless talks to herself she would mutter..
She is lost always in some alien space..
With untouched expressions on her face..
She looks so beautiful even without any make-up.
Her heart is so pure with no intentional fake-up
She is all the time on a questioning spree
She won’t pay any heed, being too carefree..
One moment she is an abate child..
The other she turns so fierce and wild..
A celestial being which shines so bright..
Now I am going to bed, Take care.. Good night..

Hmmm...

Sane words pacifying the insanity..
Pure and aloof from any profanity..

A friend in need, and a friend indeed..
You are hungry and he is there to feed

His hand follows whenever you stumble..
His words make up, whenever you fumble..

For years he toiled to be on the skies..
With a wild fire sparkling in his eyes..

He lost, he found, he gave he got..
But he is still to give his best shot..