The Inner Sanctum ...

Reaching within ...
I enter The area of Introspection ...
My inner sanctum ..
My place to be ...
My cocoon ...
That encompasses the World ...
I belong to.

The Inner Sanctum ...
Holy and pure ...
Fire raging within but not there ...
A fire that threatens ...
To burn all those memories ...
Annihilate the personality ,,,
That the World perceives.

Feeding the demons within ...
Are stalwarts here and there ...
The fire in hell hath no fury ...
As the fire in my belly.
My Inner Sanctum calms me down ...
It washes over the pain ...
Subduing the fire within.

The Inner Sanctum ...
That is my Retreat.

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Funny funny Monkey ...

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Funny funny Monkey ...: The ticklish part ... In any body is the funny bone ... I am the funny funny Monkey ... With fun  in my thoughts ... Fun all the way .....

Funny funny Monkey ...

The ticklish part ...
In any body is the funny bone ...
I am the funny funny Monkey ...
With fun  in my thoughts ...
Fun all the way ...
Immersed in pun ...
Right till the Bottoms Up ...
Cheers!

Bragging my achievements ..
Nah , that's not funny at all ...
Making a dig at someone with my elbow ;-) ...
Yes, that's what I am all about ...
Funny funny Monkey ...
All the way.

The occasional snigger...
Raised eyebrow ..
Not mine to worry about ...
A smug smile on my lips ...
Is all I am all about.

Funny funny Monkey ...
Is all monkeying here is all about ;-)

A Seasoned Lover ...

No more spices to be added ...
He is but a Seasoned Lover ...
Yesterday it was someone else and...
Today some other fool.

He is a Seasoned Lover ...
So many seasons ...
Has he spent ...
Each season a different maid ...
A different take each time ...
A different face to fake.

A seasoned lover he is ...
A new mask he wears ...
Each time he sees a new damsel ...
That takes his fancy ...
He dumps the old stalemate.

A seasoned lover he truly is ...
What's his choice this Winter...
To keep him warm ...
The Chicken soup to his Soul...
A temporary relief ...
A release of aroma of a different kind.

A seasoned lover he is ...

Conversations I have with myself ...

Lots of banter and bashing ...
Plenty of wishful thinking ...
Feelings of joy and ....
A Touch of sadness here and there ...
These are a couple of ...
Conversations I have with myself.

Small talk...
But profound ....
They keep me busy and occupied ...
What if I had done it this way ...
What if I had done it that way ...
So many ifs and buts ...
But a thread of convo indeed.

It's like a whole truckload of musings ...
Lots of nonsense that ultimate make sense...
At least am capable ...
Of putting it down here...
Penning my thoughts ...
For when Am no more ...
My little ones will know me more.

Time has stood still for me ..
Eons of years ago ...
I still stand by the bay ...
In my thoughts ...
Letting the winds of time sway ...
The Skirt billowing ....
The wind swept hair ...
The drops of sea mist in the air ...
Feeling it all in my thoughts ...
Conversations I have with myself.

I dream of a school of thought ...
A place that allows ...
Children to be kids ...
Childhood never taken away ...
A rebel of sorts ...
I sway the bastions of Education ...
A system that ruins us all.

Conversations I have with myself ...
Keep me busy ....
Otherwise I would have languished ...
In the perennial quest ...
Of seeking myself ...
Hiding behind a Man.

A decision taken ....
A Whole new World opened ...
Lying wide open...
Ahead of me ...
A vast ocean ....
All I need is to take another plunge ...
Seek a new direction ...
Else stay put and fade away ...
I would rather ...
Have a conversation with myself...
And move into another dimension ...
Seeking another sense of joy...
A place of worship for the mind ...
A place untouched by mankind.

Conversations I have with myself ...
Make me who I am.

The Black Dahlia

He proposed to her ...
A dark proposal ...
He fed her stories ...
Cooked up stories ...
Made up memories ...
He presented her ...
With a 'Black Dahlia' ...
The kind  that bleeds ...
Bleeds your heart out ...
You die a thousand deaths ...
You live a Millennium ...
Yet you are the living Dead.

He gave a Black Dahlia to her ...
He took her rosy red heart ...
The pink hue of her cheeks ...
All turned pale ...
A ghastly Ghost she turned ...
She awaits ...
In the annals of the deep forest ....
Awaits his return.

The Black Dahlia ...
In her hand ....
The dark fantasies vivid ...
She waits ...For the one ...
Who gave her the Black Dahlia.

Colour My Life with The Chaos of Trouble ...

Dreams are Delicate ...

Wish life were as simple as we think ...
What's the harm in dreaming?
Life is simple...
We make it complicated ...
Dream on my Love ....
In Dreams ...
We are the  Kings  and  Queens ...
We are the pawns in real life ...
Director of our destiny unknown.

Dreams are indeed delicate ...
Emotions welling up deep within ...
Dreams are were we meet ...
Dreams perish ...
We don't ...
We move on ....
Dreams turning to nightmares ...
Visions that flash ...
And, gone in a moment ...
Memories of sweet talks ...
Whispers of sweet nothings ...
Yet, we Dream on ...
Hoping someday ...
Life were as simple as a wish ...
As flamboyant as a Dream.

Our Dreams make us ... Or Break us ...
But, Dream on my love ...
That is what binds the two hearts ...
Too a common thread ...
A common thought ...
LOVE ...
Pure sinful love ...
Pure blissful Love ....
love in all its glory ...
Just Love and nothing at all.

Dreams are delicate ...
So is our Love ...
Handle with care ...
For that is all we have.

Bankelal

Banke ki Mansha kya thi? Just another Prized Possession?

Well, what was in his mind that he followed her and trapped her in his net?

No one knows ... Only Banke knows.

Sameekshaa confronted him with the Mansha issue. Who is this Mansha, that you are so close to?
 He said, Oh! She is no one just another Twitter follower for Time pass. She means nothing to me. You are my Cutie Beauty. Come in my arms, let me hug you. Don't be so insecure, I am only here for you.

Poor Sameekshaa, she believed all his lies and went weak. She believed him and his white lies about his career and family , she opened up and told him all about herself. A weakness Bankelal became for Sameekshaa, she stopped going to work ... all day long and night she would be with him. Whenever she questioned him about his flirting with Mansha and Shikha, he said they were nobody just Twitter followers. She believed every lie he told her. She stopped eating just waiting upon him.

People wondered what had gone wrong ... she didn't say. To this day, she is waiting somewhere within an  Iron exterior , waiting for him to turn back and say, I never cheated you Sameekshaa but reality is something else. He cheated on her all along. She was just another prized possession.

People ask her , why don't you sleep? She laughs it off...how can she say that she still waits for the Return of Chandra Shekhar Pati Tripathi. The man who disappeared into the oblivion.

She smiles a fake smile .... feigning happiness whereas all that she encompasses within her dainty self is painful ache of her Truth.

Why did she tell the Truth? It was beautiful till it lasted.


>>> To be continued #TrollersBook

The Story unfolds ...

The mind traverses all boundaries ...
To be one with one so lonely ...
Middle of the night ...
Dogs howling ...
Two hearts meet in the silence of the eerie night ...
In a virtual World...
Be known to all ..
Yet the morbid reality of ...
Two set apart Hearts ...
The reliability of intentions unknown.

He came in like the ...
Dark Knight ...
In the middle of the Twilight hour ...'Sweeping her off her feet ...
Into the black velvety night ...
Flying amongst the stars ...
Clouds misty and humid ...
They look down upon the night lights on Earth ...
Blissfully unaware of their destinies ...
Entwined torso to mind ...
They wander in a land of the unknown love ...
They so cherish in their imagination.

Suddenly, lightning whiplashes ...
Their wings cut off ..
They plummet to Earth ...
Separate zones ..
Separate lives ...
Ground Reality striking them hard ...
Stark reality looking them hard in the face ...
She braces herself for the wrath ...
He walks away ...
Fearing the World...
She looks once at his retreating frame ...
And, Smiles , shrugs ...
And, wipes that one tear ...
That writes off his destiny ...
A smudge that increases in size ...
Leaving him exposed.

A Beautiful Trap ...

His Love ...
It was a beautiful trap ...
where he kept her ensnared ...
Till he needed her ..
Then, sucked off all her life ...
He left her debilitated ...
Entwined in the silken thoughts ...
Of his so called Love.

मेरा वजूद

टूट गया मेरा वजूद ...
एक भ्रम...
एक सपना ...
मोहब्बत का आशिअना ...
बिखर गया ...
कुछ न बचा उस घरोंदे का ...
जो मिल बैठ हमने बुना था ...
सरf एक भ्रम ...
वाह और कुछ न था ...
उसकी बेवफाई ने ...
शिकन माथे पे ला दी है ...
भरोसा प्यार से ...उठ सा गया है अब ..
तन्हाई का आलम है ...
सूनी आँखें हैं ...
और कुछ भी तोह नहीं बचा उन् सपनों का ...
जो सब्ज्बघ उसने दिखाये ठी ...
कहा था उसने ..
ना दामन छोडेगा ...
पर ना हाथ ही बढाया ...
ना दिल को तसल्ली दी...किस तरह कटेगी ये उम्र दराज़ ...
जो फ़राज़ उसके आने से खिल सा गया था

आज फिर सौदे की याद ने नींद चुरायी है ...
आज फिर एक आंसू आँखों में ठहर सा गया है
फिर एक फूल का दामन उजाड़ गया है
फिर एक तन्हाई का आलम छा गया है
मेरा वजूद बिखैर गया है

The words that launched a Warfare ...

Simply put...
Unkind but fairly appropriate ...
The words that made the Conman ...
Walk away ...
Launched a war ...
That none has been ...
Able to resolve.

When she found his truth ...
All she spoke was her mind ...
Was it so bad, that he had to walk away?
It was his reality ...
Wasn't it the truth ...
She spake?
Then, why make an issue about it?
Just accept your responsibilities ...
Accept the fact that you played with her feelings ...
She will forgive you...
And. walk away.

It is justice, she seeks ...
For she was wronged ...
For no fault of hers ...
You, you and YOU ...
The one hanging in Mid Air...
Yes YOU ...
Were responsible for her miseries ...
Unfolding upon her ...
One by one ..
Raping her conscience ...
One by One ..
A Gang rape of sorts ...
But, of a Woman's vanity of thoughts.

A disdainful act by YOU ...
Yes YOU ...
And, yet you walk free ...
She allows you to walk free ..
For, she once loved you ...
And, never got around to hate you after that.

She owes her heart and soul to your ...
Beating retreat ...
You the ghastly coward ...
You are the one to blame ...
For the tears streaming down her cheeks.

The Words of Love ...
Turn bitter with moments passing by ...
They turn into a poison ..
Tipping the Warheads forth.

The long wait ...
Makes it worthwhile ...
Her passion and patience ... His wile and vice...
A war of words ...
Diluted only whence they meet ...
But, the Twain shall never meet...
For it is a War.

The Legalities of Love ...

Love knows no boundaries ...
Rote learned it ....
Where do you put a full stop ...
To the lamentations of a bleeding heart?
Love has no shape....
Someone said it ...
Legend has it ...
Love has no Name ...
We all have read it somewhere ...
Well documented are the ...
Feelings of love ...
Stories of requited love ...
Tales of unrequited love ...
Tales of despair ...
Legends of dishonesty ...
Rumours of Infidelity ...
Stories of Heartbreak ...
Where do Legalities surface in all this?
The so called legal issues of so called love issues.
Just another conundrum of affairs ..
Another story to be told ..
Another rumour to be fanned.

Dead Woman Walking...

She woke up from her slumber...
A deep sleep she had been put to ...
She woke up from her dreams ...
Fantasies of love fed to her.

She was pale and yellow ...
Blood drained from her being ...
As if a Vampire had sucked ...
The nectar of her life.

Thence her return sees ...
A new Diva in form ...
A white Ghost ...
A Dead Woman Walking.

Wandering through meandering paths ...
Flowing robes and flowery Scent ..
She smells of fresh Roses ..
Bled from the thorns ...
Embedded in her heart.

Her Soul lost somewhere ...
She searches deep within ...
She searches far and wide ...
No meaning of her life.

Dead Woman walking ...
They can all see ...
Smiling benevolently ...
Speech a delight ...
Yet, an emptiness...
In her vacant eyes.

Love transgresses all Boundaries...

He, a strappy young Scientist ... She, an aging mom of two ... they met never yet fell in love... He with the concept that she was younger and She, with a view that he was progressive.

When She told him her reality, He left her... She was left heart wrenched and soul less. Vacant eyes searching for him in every nook and corner, she died somewhere that night and never rose from her living grave.

And, we all think Love transgresses all boundaries... this lesson taught her never to believe in proverbs ... all a lie ; the words he had uttered ; the sweet nothings that stirred her soul... tired from the emotional exhaustion; she falls into a silence that tells a million tales.

A million moments spent wondering what was wrong in telling the Truth? a million moments spent lamenting that She shouldn't have told the Truth..... Whatever be, she heaves a sigh and moves forth .... there a re  a million battles to be fought and a million fake smiles to be worn to adorn the face that little ones love to kiss.

Love transgresses all boundaries, a myth, a proverb falsified by the truth She stood by.