I am appalled ...

I am appalled ....
Shocked to say ...
But ....
She came to me ....
A sorry state to look at ....
With a baby in tow ...
Crying her heart out ....
Asking me to help her get justice ...
Speaking of four abortions ....
Asking to testify against him ...
Asking for proof against him ...
She took it all ...
I looked at the baby ....
Saw my own lost ones in her ...
I gave her everything ...
All the testimonials and proofs ....
And she turned tables ...
She was faking it all ...
She was only using the baby ...
To get proof against him ....
To use it to blackmail him ....
Just the way she used the baby....
To blackmail him into marrying her ...
Oh what a guileless, spineless ....
Woman she is ....
No shame ....
Using a baby to get a life of comfort.
Shame on her ....
Shame on motherhood...
She is a blotch to the word 'Mother'....
I cried looking at the baby ...
I did everything for the baby ...
Now, I wonder ....What will become of her ...
With such shameless characters as her parents ...
Such unscrupulous beings as her family ....
Her future is bleak ....
Sad! But, a glaring truth ....
Truth about our uncaring society ...
Very sad that the law keepers too ...
Turn a blind eye to such crimes...
A woman using her child ...
Like the beggars at traffic signals ...
Using babies to beg for a morsel of food.

I am appalled ...
Shocked to say ...
She is a blotch in the name of motherhood.

The High Priestess ...

She looks out the window ....
She sees a world diseased ....
Diseased in beliefs ...
Diseased in values ....
She sets out ....
To Cure the Diseases.

The High Priestess ...
The goal of her life visible ...
Crystal clear ....
Chaste in her mind ...
Pure in her heart ...
She steps out.

The Priestess who sold her Red Swift ....

My World ...
A beautiful world to live in ...
Yet I chose to give it up ....
I sold my Red Swift ...
And, am on my way to higher grounds...
Places where no one has ever been ...
Climb every Mountain ...
Cross every River ...
Explore the Deserts ...
Swim across the Oceans ...
Time to shear the mane ....
Time to cut off all ties ...
Time to move on in search of ....
The light that eludes me.

I am the High Priestess ...
The Priestess who shuns it all ...
The Priestess who moves on ....
In search of herself ....
And the ultimate truth.

Am in a state of bliss ...
Pure bliss ...
A state of Nirvana ...
Am in a state where ...
I can see miracles happening ....
Just a thought ...
And it just happens.
A gift by the supreme being ...
A gift to share ...
So, I move on ....
For the downtrodden wait ...
Wait upon me ....
To better their lives ...
To save the World...
To make it  a better place to live in.
Yes, I have sold my Red Swift ...
I have given the money in charity ...
Let the poor rejoice ...
Let the meek feel mighty.

The Priestess sold her Red Swift ...
The Priestess on her way out ....
Awaits the World for miracles ...
She has it all in her kitty.

The lives we lead ...

Wow to us for the lives we lead....
Wow to others for the dread that drives their lives ...
What a life we all lead ..
One moment happy ... and ...
The other moment separated from life itself.

One moment two people are together ...
And the next moment ...
They are the worst of enemies....
At each others throats....
Living separate lives ...
Wondering how all this happened.

One moment ....
In just one moment ....
A man turns into a monster ....
Some godforsaken woman just turns up somewhere howling ...
You lend her a helping hand ....
She turns out to be a worst monster than him ....
Using an innocent child to get what she wants ...
Emotional blackmail is her forte' ....
And she stabs you in the back.
No wonder ...
No wonder he is so unhappy with her ...
But he has no choice ...
He is afraid of her ....
She is blackmailing him ....
But for how long?

Doesn't matter ....
It is his decision to stick it out with her ...
To lead a life of dissent...
I have learnt not to trust him anymore ...
I move on ...
Leaving him and the forsaken one to their devices.

We all have our lives to lead ...
Mountains to climb ...
Heights to reach...
Our dreams become our reality ...
Our actions speak louder than words.

The lives we lead ...
The path we tread upon ...
Decisions that we take ...
All our own.

Our Rights ...

We have a right to our own opinions ...
You and I ...
Whether it is your side of the coin or mine.
I express mine in my own way ...
You do yours your way ...
We are all different ....
Aren't we?
That is what sets us apart ...
I lead my life on my terms ...
I don't need you to counsel me ....
And your opinion doesn't matter...
You had your say ...
I shall say mine.
If my statements involve your name ...
It is because you were instrumental in that event taking place ....
So why bother ?
You should have thought of all the repercussions....
Before playing with my life at least.
I don't take things lying down ...
I stand upright for justice ...
I don't use my loved ones ...
I create my own path.
We all have our decisions to make ...
We all have our ideals to follow...
We all have our lives to lead...
We all have our point to make ...
We all have our justifications...
We have a right to our speech.
My life isn't bound to yours ...
But, I am bound to my experiences ...
To get justice or express...
Whatever I do ...
I have every right to do.
I don't need to take your permission for the same ....
You live your life ...
Do not tread upon mine.

I remember ....

I remember .....
A distant memory ....
Yet, I remember ....
Every moment ....
Every hour ....
Every day ....
And nine months spent with you.
Each moment vivid and colourful ....
Each hour so vibrant ....
Each day so dynamic ...
Each week of happiness ....
Nine months of pure bliss...
Spent dreaming of life with you and with you.

You were there always ....
I just had to say it ...
The three samosas and tubful of popcorn ...
Coke and your arm...
The reels of the movie whirring away ....
You and me in our world.

The momos and wantons ...
The crab and jumbo prawns ...
The Costa coffee in your hand ...
The barefeet walk in the Juhu sand...
The stolen kisses at Bandstand ...
The kebabs at Colaba ...
The drive to Worli Seaface...
And along the Gateway of India...
The car parked in some bylanes ...
The quick rush of love and adrenaline.
The Tiger Hill drive and the backseat of the car ...
The walk in the moist fog along the precipice.
Every moment vivid and live ...
The Skype talks and Google chats ...
The Blackberry updates and messages ...
The photos exchanged every day ....
The possessiveness you displayed ...
The love I felt in that...
How can I forget those moments?
I can't...
I can never...
The looks you gave me ...
And I melted like chocolate ...
Even now when I met you ...
I didn't look at you ...
Lest you make me forget my resolve ...
You mesmerize me ...
You hypnotize me...
You are one magician ...
Who can only fool me....
I am but a fool ....
I remember you still.

See only good ...

I chose to see only good in you ....
I overlooked the bad ...
I saw the positive ....
I ignored the negative ...
Am suffering  because ....
I believed you....
I still want to believe you ...
But your actions ...
Your actions make me think otherwise.
There are doubts raised ....
But no answers ....
You are just a memory now ....
A bad phase of life....
A nightmare best forgotten ...
But you recur every day ....
Each moment ....
Taunting me ....
Teasing me ....
And that hurts .....
The hurt feelings turn into ....
A raging anger ....
And I smoulder in my rage.

Am turning to ash ....
A hot smoking ash .....
Touch me and you will get burnt ....
A spark from me ...
Would burn your world.

I wish I could forget ....
The hurt and pain you caused ....
I can't ....
How much ever I try ....
I just can't ...
I wish I was dead ....
So that I could forget ....
The moments spent in your arms ....
The moments of pure bliss.

I want to see only good ...
Good in what you did ...
But all I see is ....
Treachery, dishonesty and a venomous snake under the hood.

Jump a little ...

Jump a  little... hop a little.... 1,2,3 ...
Run away little rat ...
Before the eagle swoops down for a kill.
Run scoundrel ....
Hide where you can ....
One day you will come out ....
Then what?
Where will you find solace ...
You are already dying a thousand deaths...
Each moment in your dreaded life.

Jump a little .... hop a little ....
You are like water boiling in a kettle ....
Lots of steam ...
And burning within.