"she" by that window

her world lie as colourful and pretty in our eyes,
the sweetest smile,
joyous laughter,
and sparkly eyes,

how could one even flash a thought of...
...the sweetest smile indeed is a bitter frown,
...that joyous laughter is a painful cry,
...and those sparkly eyes are cold glasses of tears,

could she be practising her drama?
puppeting herself?
or perhaps finding her own happiness?
by this window that - we call bliss
- she call ....

the magic lamp or rather bottle

there's a lamp floating in the sea,
with water filling in,
probably with some poisonous weeds,
but all i can do is watch,
it is far from me,

when it is near,
i didn't know the Spell,
trying to assure myself that Geanie is fine,
lively and happy,
not knowing that It is suffocating,
while i am here worrying about the rain outside,

my senses are so bad that i thought Geanie will make it,
coz i can't hear her screaming,
not knowing that she is screaming in the lamp,
trying to come out,
finally the Spell broke by another Traveller,

now that i know i'm going to keep Geanie near to me,
and learn the Spells,
forgive me dear Geanie,
now that you are out of The Lamp,
let us stay together.