Crimson tide ....

The tide came in today .....
All crimson ...
As though someone's throat was slit ....
And he was left to die ....To drown ...
In the deep blue Ocean.

The sky opened up ...
And it is pouring like hell let loose ...
Guess, God too is letting go ...

I remember him at this time ....
Sitting by the window sill ...
The walk by the Sea face ...
The walk on the beach ...
The walk on the hill ....
I tell AGNI the whole story ....
He has to know ...
To know from the womb itself ...
He twists and turns .....
As though wincing in pain ....
Seeing his mother so sad ....
But, that's life ...
Sometimes it throws lemons at us ....
Better make lemonade and have it.

But, frankly I have no regrets.....
Time spent with him was full of happiness at least ...
Momentary yet a fulfilled  love life ...
He brought a smile on my face ....
His hugs gave me a reason to celebrate ....
Crimson hues but beautiful horizon ...
He was my Sunrise and ...
He is my Sunset.

Today,  I raise a toast in his memory ...
A memory of a bygone era ....
Memory of a lost love ...
Memory of a beloved ....
I wish him luck ...
I wish him happiness ....
There is no looking back ....
 There is no fast forward either.

Crimson hues ...
Crimson tide ...
Waves crashing on rocks ....
Drops of salty seawater on my face ....
What do I need?
Nothing .....
Just the total recall is enough to last me a lifetime.

I am sailing away ....

Time for a sabbatical .....
Am sailing away to a far away land ....
Time to spend alone ...
All alone .... My space , my time ....
All alone with just AGNI for company ....
Time to go away and give AGNI the chance to survive ....
I shall be back ....
The movie hasn't ended yet .....
This is just the beginning ....
The Tip of an Iceberg ...
There is lots underneath ....
With time ... all will come out ...
Everything exposed ....
Now is the time to rest and recuperate ....
To come back with a vengeance ....
Kannagi Style ....
Who was Kannagi ?
A woman whose love for her husband burnt a whole city down ....
Know your facts ....
Time for some respite ....
And then ..... You know what ...
I can die for people I love ...
And, destroy the ones I come to hate.

I am sailing away ....
A long cruise ....
Travel with my unborn ....
And, then return with the prodigal son.

Poor Katrina Kaif .... He didn't spare her either ....

I dunno whether it is true or false ....
I took his word for it ....
Blindly believing him ...
Till his truth was revealed ....
Till I realized that he was a habitual liar ...
And attention seeker.

 He used to say that Katrina Kaif was his first love .....
And he was her first love ....
Before stardom touched her ....
When she was a nobody ...
And, she left him for the starry lights ...
Breaking his heart ....
He showed photos of her younger self ....
He made them his Profile pictures .....
I believed him ....
He didn't spare her either ....
This man seems to be a habitual and perpetual liar ....
One who is a parasite ...
Thriving on women's riches ....
Using them ....
Till he is exposed ...
And, he sets on a journey ....
Of finding another victim.

When ... Oh when! Will he ever stop?
He roams the streets yet again freely now ....
Seeking a new face ....
A new victim ...
To bleed her to death.

Not so long ago ...

There was a  queen ...
Not so long ago ...
Empress of her World ....
The best in her field ....
A promising career ...
A great future ahead ....
Everything was going smooth ....
Till ....
He set his eyes on her .....
And, cast an evil spell ...
He ensnared her in his clutches ...
Lies and tall tales ....
He set the ball rolling ...
For her downfall ...
He had a windfall....
He took it all from her ....
He snatched her life .....
He sucked her dry ....
He a leech ....
Drained the colour from her life ....
The Rainbow turned into ...
A grey cloudy day .....
All was lost ....
She was lost ....
She wandered hither tither ....
Till she reached the end of the World ....
Just before the darkest hour seemed endless....
They say.... A ray of light emerged ...
The dawn broke the evil spell ....
A fire so intense ....
Fire ... AGNI emerged ....
The colour on her pale skin returned ....
The Sun came out shining bright ...
There was a reason to smile again ...
There was a chance to reign the World again.....
There was the promise of a bright and beautiful future .....
Once again .... She was the Princess ....
Once again .... she was all set to rule the World again.

The Not so long ago story ....
Became today's ongoing saga.

Troubairitz .....

Yes, I am Troubairitz .....
I invent my poetry ....
I write from my heart ...
I compose songs ...
I touch hearts.

I am no lame person ....
I ain't no saint either ...
I am human ..
And, human emotions I write about.

I weave dreams ...
Dreams are what I am made of..
Dreams are what I deliver ...
To every lost soul who visits me.

Dreams ....

AGNI .... in my arms ....

AGNI on my lap ...

Dreams ..... And I am dreaming my life away ....

My day begins with AGNI ....

My dusk and dawn is AGNI ....

 A sweet dream ....

About to come true ....

Motherhood beckoning me again.

Only one who has truly loved and lost ....

Can value the price of my dreams ....

Endless, seamless dreams ...

The end result of uninhibited love.

A careless whisper ....

All care to winds attitude ....

A child within ....

A dream about to come true.

Little frocks, tiny mittens ....

Gearing for a Winter child .....

Miniature sweaters and woolen socks ...

A creche' of wood ....

A melody to sing ....

A sweet lullaby .....

Baby blues ....

For the boy to arrive.

Sitting by the brook ....

Watching tiny fish flit in the running ....

Crystal clear water .....

I see a dream ...

I feel him within ...

Twisting ...

Letting me know ...

He is there ...

As eager to meet me ....

As I am to hold him close to my heart ....

My dream .... My AGNI.

My Red Rose Garden ......

The Garden ....

My  Red Rose Garden ...
Bleeding Red ... Roses so bright ....
Where does the colour on them come from ...
Ever heard of the Nightingale....
That thrust it's heart into a thorn ....
So the Rose that bloomed on it ...
Was a scarlet ...

The brightest Red....
The bleeding heart ....
Gave the Scarlet colour ...
The bleeding heart made the rose ...
The red rose ...
The epitome of pure and true love.

My garden blooms with roses ...
As red as my bleeding heart ...

For the thorns have embellished my heart ....
My heart ...
A sad thorny picture ...
Scarred ... bleeding ...
Yet feeding the blooming roses.

My Red Rose Garden ...
A beautiful picture ...

A sad story ....
My love story ....




An epic saga ...
To be told and retold ....
Down the ages ...
It shall remain ....
The story of true love ...
Endurance and sacrifice....
An example for all lovers ....
A story to be told ....
A fairy tale...

My Red Rose Garden ....
The thorns bleeding my heart ...
Yet the most beautiful garden ...
With the most beautiful Red Rose blooming within.

My Toys ..... Musings of a little girl ....

I still have my old toys ..... preserved ...
I still have memories .....
My toys are still as good as new ....
And guess what ?
I don't share my toys.

Once someone uses my toy ....
I discard it ....
Then IT has no place in my museum ....
But, I destroy my used toy ....
So that the other learns a lesson ....
What cannot be mine ...
Can never be theirs.

My toys are my possessions ....
They are mine to keep ...
Mine to play with ...
Mine to dress and doll up .....
The moment I sense another person's touch on it ....
My toy is of no use to me ....
But then it is of no use to anyone ...
I don't share my stuff with anyone ....
ANYONE means NO ONE ....
What can not be mine ....
Can NEVER be another's....

My Toys are my life ...
They reflect my choice ....
My Toys define me .....
My Toys pacify the child within me .....
My Toys are mine ....
They are exclusive ....
Different from others toys ...
They have always been so ....
And, I don't share my TOYS.

Soon, I shall be blessed with a new TOY ....
And, it shall be mine forever ....
Let you be warned .....
Stay away from my new TOY ....
Lest you try to snatch it from me ...
I shall ..... You know what ....
I don't need to spell it out ....
I just need to do the needful....
Coz' I don't share my TOYS ...
By now, you are well aware of the fact.....
I don't need to spell it for you....
My TOYS are mine and mine ONLY.

How would you feel ....
If I snatched your TOY from you ?
SO, Beware .....
Maintain your distance ....
Hold your tongue ...
Coz' Children can be very cruel ...
Especially, if their territories are tread upon ....
So, know it for sure ....
Am in no mood to share ....
My TOYS are mine ONLY ....
Lest you forget .....
Remember, recent events ...
There can be more such incidents ....
And, you wouldn't know where to hide...
Hide yourself and your TOY ....
Else, I shall come get your TOY ...
and, I don't use USED TOYS ....
I dump them in garbage bins ....
Coz' that's where they belong.....
TRASH .....

CHUCKY!!!!!