A Stroll down memory lane ...

Walking along the promenade ...
Suddenly out of the blue ...
Old memories cropped up in my mind ...
Images blurred first ...
But deep ...
Then all clear; crystal clear ...
Images from the past ...
walking along the promenade ...
But two decades earlier ...
Beautiful memories ...
Ones to cherish and relish in solo.

Wearing a mustard coloured dress...
Him by my side ...
Humming a song just for me ...
The communications specialist ...
How conveniently he communicated his love for me...
Outright blatant and blunt ...
Yet a gentle giant ...
Incorrigible was the word ...
He used to describe me ...
Incorrigible I was , I am still ...
He is no more ...
His memories linger on ...
The man in white ...
Shrouded in a mystery of his own.

A beautiful relationship ...
It lasted till his death ...
Continues to haunt me ...
Will so till my last breath.

None could replace him...
I know none can ...
The songs haunt me ...
Just like the memories ...
And, hold me back.

A stroll down the memory lane ...
A walk into the past ...
A jog into the life that was ...
A sprint past the rest.

The stroll turns into a brisk walk ...
A walk to reach the confines of home...
Lest someone sees the tears ...
Streaming down my cheeks.

A stroll down memory lane ...
Turns into a flood of tears.

The Frontier Woman ...

Journeying across a foreign land ...
Lone woman ...
Lone battle with the demons ...
Demons within and demons outside ...
The Frontier Woman ...
Marches ahead ...
Forging a path of her own ...
Making a niche' for herself ...
Slowly yet steadily ...
She leaves indelible marks on hearts that matter ...
Minds that appreciate.

Unknown territory ...
Yet the spirit of adventure raging within ...
The fire in her belly ...
Flaring up high ...
She marches on ...
New lands ...
New horizons to look for ...
To conquer ...
To make her own.

No respite ...
Not needed rest ...
Her Army being created ...
All along ...
She marches on ...
Discovering herself ...
Destroying every barrier ...
She marches on ...
Relentless in her pursuit ...
A horrific view for others ...
Her path of destruction ...
Made anew with each conquest.

The Frontier Woman ...
Many more bastions to conquer ...
No rest ...
No respite...
She needs her vial of blood ...
Each moment her own ...
To own her...
You need to be her slave ...
Enslaved beast ...
You shall relish her beauty ...
Free; you shall perish...
In her memory.

The Frontier Woman ...
Marches on ...
Seeking new lands ...
Seeking new bonds ...
Destroying the speed breakers ...
The path breaker she is ...
She creates new life ...
Born of her sweat and blood.

The Frontier Woman ...
Marches on.

Box of Memories ...

Spring cleaning yields a lot of secrets...
Areas untouched ...
Corners unexplored ...
Spill out a lot of beans...
One such moment caught my eye...
Caught my rapt attention ...
Dusting and removing cobwebs was forgotten forever...
I found a box ...
A Shoe box ...
Filled with memories of the past.

I pick a photograph ...
An image from the past ...
Happy times...
Gala times ...
Am transported to that era...
Am in a state of bliss...
Reliving those moments...
Every photo in the Shoe Box did that to me...
I didn't realize when time flew by ...
When the dawn turned to dusk ...
I closed the box ...
Turned and walked away...
Those were memories ...
Just memories ...
Nothing remained after that ...
Just that box of memories ...
Hidden in a corner of the House ...
Home once ...
Now just a House ...
With four walls and a roof.

Some day again ...
I shall open that box of memories ...
Pick a Photograph at random...
Relive a couple of moments ...
And, then walk away...
A religiously followed ritual ...
Just to remind me that ...
Life goes on ...
The box of memories will get filled up ...
And replaced with another box of memories...
No time for regrets...
Just enjoy the moments...
And move on.

Some remain ...
Others get left behind ...
Yet some come around ...
But, none on this journey of life ....
To tag along.

We come alone ...
We walk alone ...
We go away single.

What remains is ...
A Box of Memories.

Borderline Everything ...

Borderline Sarcasm ...
A corny cheesiness in attitude ...
We display all this so perfectly ...
A mask put on to ward off the rest ...
A fake identity ...
A totally dysfunctional persona.
We all behave so violently ...
Unlike ourselves ....
When confronted with dilemmas...
A borderline Bipolar disorder.
Our polarity in question ...
Our disoriented orientation...
Our very own doing ...
Beyond despicable behaviour ...
Our very own doing.
A conflict in thoughts ...
A strange medley of ideas...
Non stop energy to violate...
The norms of the society ...
Fads, fashion and chutzpah...
Nothing but elitist losing of mind.

Losers ... Borderline winners...
Borderline madness.

Life ... A door ...

Life's like a door ...
What's behind it is not known ...
An uncharted unknown territory ...
A space unexplored.

We all know what is in front of us ...
But behind closed doors...
What lies ...
Is a mystery.

Someone looking at the door ...
To my life from the other side ...
What is on this side of that door ...
Which I have closed to the World ...
Can't make a judgement on who I am...
I am what my experiences have groomed me to become...
I am my Life's challenges outcome...
I am the end result of a series of experiments ...
A never ending series ...
Still ongoing experiments ...
Guinea pigs, we all are...
We all shall remain so ...
Till the end of our days....
Animals in the lab of the almighty ...
Primates being worked upon ...
Tested upon ...
Some come out with flying colours ...
Rest perish in vain.

A door ... to heaven or hell ...
What decides the fate ...
Is your grit and determination ...
To make it till the end of the race.

Unfair Justifications ...

Crucification of Jesus ...
Justice denied ...
Still stalwarts of religion justified their action ...
Son of God was punished for his honesty.

Fast forward to present day scenario...
Whoever spake the truth ...
Never saw daylight again.

Is it so hard to digest the truth?
Justifying what is wrong to be the truth?
Justifying a blatant lie?
What truth is hidden within those lies?

Lies.... open lies....
Ending in nothing but pain and remorse.
What is it that it will take ...
To make them realize the truth.

Unfair to justify anything ...
Hatchlings in a never never land.

Smartass slick ...

Slapjack comedy ...
Stand up comedienne ...
Smartass slick ...
Yikes! Name it and you have got it ...
When am in a mood ...
Am a narcissistic ...
Am not up for jackass comedy ...
But am game for some fun ...
Name it  and you have got it.
Am the gamer ...
Am the knower ...
The code decoder ...
Am the do gooder...
The believer ...
In all things good ...
In all things bright.

Just musings ...
Aberrations from my usual self ...
Abhor the wrong around ...
A crusader against injustice...
A silent whisperer ...
A baby whisperer ...
A Ghost rider ...
A walker in stride.

Smartass Slick ...
Jackass badass...
Am no stranger to happiness...
Am no taker of sadness...
Am a thinker ...
An original hunter

Indulgence ...

Sweet indulgence ...
Sour facts ...
Bitter Truth ....
Indulgence none the less.

Indulging in small talks ...
Gossip so to say ...
Not my forte' ...
Yet, I spake the truth when need arose.

Indulgence in my need to say it all ...
To blurt out what is ...
May be antagonizing to some ...
Yet brings me peace.

Indulgence in shopping ...
Spending hard earned money ...
What the heck! I earn it ...
I have every right to do as I please.

Catharsis .... The answer to all indulgences ...
Living the vice and life ...
Maybe a sinner yet truthful all the time.

Am no stranger to pain ...
Pain is an indulgence ...
A sadist to the core ...
I bet, none sports this indulgence.

Chocolat' ... a grave disaster for mankind....
Indulge in its sinful existence ...
Forge your own subliminal life.

My vice to the core ... Chocolat'...
My prime indulgence ...
I indulge in a warfare over it ...
Devising ways to devour it ...
Be it with sugary gooey stuff oozing out ...
Or in Roast Chicken with spices from South.

Indulgence galore...
Shoes, clothes to some extent ...
But, shoes YES!

Open my wardrobe ...
Shoes tumble out ...
Walk through the corridor...
Careful! You might stumble over one.

Many more such innocent vices ...
Many more to explore ...
For the time being enough is said...
On my indulgences alone.