Drizzle... Dazzle... Dangle....

Dangling from the ceiling fan....
She sees it all....
The drizzle outside....
The dazzle of flashes within...
In the room .....
And deep within...
In the core of her heart.

She can't say a word...
Not now...no more...
When she tried to say....
She was silenced....
She was laughed upon...
She had no choice...
When all turned their backs on her...
The law of the land seemed impotent.....
She walked away ....
Into her room...
And, lo! Here she dangles....
Like a scarecrow....
And the law remains ....
Unabashedly shame faced.

He walks in the rain...
Holding another hand....
He has his devilish grin...
Free as a bird....
No care for all his sins.

A distant painful memory....

You have become a distant painful memory...
A memory to be erased...
A memory that brings pain ...
A memory that brings tears...
A memory that I relive each day...
A memory that I ignite every moment...
A memory that needs to be punished ....
A memory that will remain.

Time cannot heal this wound...
Time is not permanent...
This wound is...
This pus oozing scar is....
What remains.
You ruined it all...
Just for a few pennies more...
You ruined it all...
Just for a few lustful moments...
You ruined it all....
For your worldly pleasures....
Just your pleasures.

You and your talks...
High fundamental talks...
Talks that swayed me...
Talks that betrayed my emotions...
Talks that betrayed me ultimately.
Why me? Why did you do this to me?
I placed you on a pedestal....
I adored you...
I adorned your name on my self...
I worshipped the ground you tread upon...
I loved you....
You just threw it all away....
In a moment....
I was lifeless...
Dead beat lifeless...
A zombie walking the streets....
A feelingless woman asking for justice.

I asked you Why/
You laughed it off....
I wept left bereft....
You walked away holding someone else's hand.
I was left behind....
Clutching my bleeding womb....
I was left behind...
Barren and a woman forlorn.

A distant painful memory...
You ought to be...
Yet I hold on to thoughts of you...
Hoping hopelessly for your return...
A far fetched thought...
A wish for being together again.

This too shall pass ...

This too shall pass ... He says...
I don't think so...
It shall remain as others...
Etched in my memory ....
A scratch .... a bleeding scratch ...
Turning into a scar as always.

It won't pass...
It ain't a graduation ... that can pass...
Life ain't so beautiful as it seems....
People aren't faithful as they seem....
They come and go in your life...
Nothing is permanent...
Everything is destroyed.....
Memories remain of ravages of time....
Scars that turn sore always.

Every moment is a painful one...
Remembering the faith I had..
The trust betrayed....
The feelings frayed....
Tears roll down for the unborn...
The product of a lasting love...
A love that has disappeared into the oblivion...
No trace no trail....
Just ugly scars.

This too shall pass...
The painful scars remain....
reminding me of love lost...
Making me bitter and sad....
No, it won't pass...
It will remain embedded...
Deep in my heart....
A bleeding wound...
A sad story to be told and retold...
To generations to come.

Nothing left to say ...

Nothing left to say ...
Nothing to feel ...
Just a vague memory ...
Of days bygone ...
Life comes a cropper ...
 When memory fails ...
Feelings die ...
People move away ...
Paving way for tears to stream down.

Thank goodness... for the rains...
The rains ... wash the salt away ...
Thank goodness for the gust of wind...
The wind blows the tear dry.

Two lost souls...
Two unborn hearts ...
Beating hearts ... silenced...
Forever and ever.
A mother's bleeding heart crying...
Crying for justice ...
Not in sight ....
 Just an emptiness ...
A broken woman ...
Walking all alone ...
All fingers pointing at her ...
Not one supporting her ...
 A mother crying within ...
Solitary in her quest ...
The silent crusader moves on ...
A firm belief in the maker of all beings ..
A belief in power supreme...
Justice is awaited ...
Who will give her the one she seeks?

No words ... nothing left to say....
The devil laughs ...
The darkness envelopes her ...
She disappears into the oblivion.

Gone with the wind,,,

Gone far away...
Blown away with the gust of wind...
The feathers of my wings...
Gone with the wind.

Deep within ....
A sadness dwells...
An anger ready to ruin all...
There is not a soul to confide in...
Not a soul to trust.

The man....
I trusted...
The man I married in all faith...
The man whom I gave all....
Left me...
Bereft of any feelings and barren.

The almighty looked on..
 While he took me as his soulmate...
The mighty one smiled...
I was happy in his arms.
 He promised me a bed of roses....
He hid thorns within...
I bled when he laid me upon it...
 Am bleeding still.

The Lord watched... helpless...
His subject in pain....
The devil laughing away to glory...
The woman sobbing alone in rain.
God's gift within her...
Destroyed by him...
The demon ravaged her life....
Pulled her heart away from her bosom...
She lay there on the path...
Passersby pitying her...
Some with deep scorn and loathe...
Others just laughing at her foolhardiness.

She got up...
Walked that extra mile....
Asked the lord for justice...
None came her way...
She took to arms ...
And is fighting a lone battle...Against all odds...
Yet silent, resilient and strong.

She has a long way to go....
Gone with the wind are her dreams....
Blown away to smithreens...
Just a ligament remains....
An attachment...
 Which once was called love....
Save that she has nothing left....
A soulless entity she has become.

The Editor...

The Editor.....
He has something in his mind....
Why does he write fun...
And then erase it all the time.

The Editor....
He has something to project....
But all he does is eject....
The feelings from our minds....
So that someone can reject....
The feelings that were mine.

The Editor...
Has something in store for me....
What that is ... is not known....
But, deep within I fathom the greatness....
It shall come someday...
Acalling, knocking at my door...
But, will I be there to open that door?

The Editor....
I anll his honesty bestowed happiness upon me....
Only to snatch it away when all was well...
But, lurking deep behind that joy...
Was my untimely death.

The Editor....
He sent the demon in my life....
The demon used and abused me....
I was left bruised and in pain...
The devil walked away....
The Editor....
Did he shed tears of blood ...
Or just smiled at my apathy...
I dunno why... But he has a plan....
The Editor... has a plan indeed....
I can see the bigger picture...
Do or die.... I shall remain....
 In the hearts and minds of people forever....
The woman jilted in love...
The woman scorned and spurned for righteousness.

The Editor ....
 Doesn't he know.... That pen is mightier than sword...
I have the pen in my hand...
I shall write my fate alone.

My story...
Published or not....
is already a bestseller...
the World abuzz with anecdotes....
The world abuzz wjth stories untrue....
My story shall reveal all....
I shall live no more....
Yet my legend shall live on.

Whether I become the scum of the Earth...
Or, rise from my ashes....
I shall reign supreme...
Coz'I never wavered from my path.
 My path covered with thorns....
Bleeding yet smiling I move on...
The end I know not...
Beginning this is of the New Dawn....
The Don rises from the shadows of her being....
The smile giving way to anger...
The teeth clenched...
The fists ready to give a blow....
The World needs this DON... The Dawn of a new Era.

The Editor....
Shall get his story...
I shall make mine.

The cry of a child...

The cry...
It sends shivers down my spine...
The cry of my unborn child....
Murdered before birth...
The cry... shrill and chilling.....
Each night... I keep awake....
Crying for the lost soul....
Each night a struggle ...
To maintain sanity....
The mayhem .... the torture....
The fact..... of having been USED.

A mother....
Pining all alone....
Struggling to keep afloat...
Deep struggle to numb the pain...
Of the lost soul..
The one she wanted...
The one he murdered.

In this World of caprice...
The coward left her alone...
In this big bad world...
She struggles all alone...
The lone crusader...
Knoweth not whom to turn to...
The lonely warrior... all alone...
Walking the righteous path...
Calling his, her own now...
In that little one...
She sees her own...
In that tiny feet...
She finds her lost ones prints.
She cries...
She wails...
She sees her little one in her eyes...
She finds warmth of her baby in her touch...
She wants his little one as her own.

The cry of her child...
A muffled cry...
Her cry... astifled one....
The cry of his little one....
Tears  her heart apart...
She wants to give her love unknown.

It is difficult but possible...

It is difficult to fathom the severity of the problem here but it is also possible to find an answer. Suddenly there are too many lemons being thrown and too little to work upon. It is exasperating not knowing who the enemy is. Shooting in the dark to wipe out the invisible sniper is causing a lot of frustration. What is wrong, what is right is a big question. All that is known is that it has affected our lives and we need to put it all together again... How?

Pick every shard and piece it all together. Glue the happiness again.

To get it all back again is a humongous task... a long and painful journey... but this journey needs to be undertaken in order to get a genuine smile on our faces again. Long drawn out faces, unspoken words and silent glances is all we are left with. Each one wrapped in their thoughts. Each one preoccupied. Questions but no answers.

 Just questions????