Thursday, August 22, 2013

Lynched Words ...

What worth is a Writer for ...
If their words are curbed ...
What worth is a Wordsworth...
If his poem is cut short?

My words you have slashed ...
like my wrist ...
A bleeding Heart ...
Shall write no more of love.

The bloodbath of my story ...
The Gory end to my Lovetales.

By deleting my words ...
I have committed Harakairi ...
All for your senseless Love ...
All to please ...
Your false alter ego.

You can not destroy ...
What is within me ...
It is mine to keep ...
Keep your false social taboos to yourself ..
I shall forever love you.

Lynched words ... you are the Hangman ....
But, feelings not deleted ...
They are mine and ONLY mine to keep.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

I want to break free ...

I want to break free ...
From the belief that I am perfect....
I want to break free ...
From the belief that I can't cry ...
I want to break free ...
From the shackles of a perfect life.
I want to break free and be reborn ...
I want to walk away ...
from responsibilities ...
I want to be free from being a Woman ...
I just want to BE.

How can I ?
When they all depend on me ...
No one is indispensable ...
Yet, this feeling ... What if ...
What if I walk away ...
Who will Run the School ?
What if I run away...
Who will take care of my kids?
This chain of What ifs is killing me slowly ...
I feel so claustrophobic ...
Hound by thoughts of freedom ...
Freedom from Human bondage ...
Freedom from being Ms. Perfect.
Haunted by statements of endearment ...
I run helter skelter ...
Trying to keep these loving voices out...
I want to break free from being humane.

Why can't I just walk away?
Why do I turn back and return?
Why can't I be emotionless?
Why Can't I break free?

Monday, August 19, 2013

The Princess and The Frog Prince ... Story Retold ...

She was born with a Silver Spoon ... In a large Palatial home ... To the Manor born was she ...


A background loaded with Colonial tales and British stiff upper lip upbringing. A princess to her Daddy ... A strict disciplinarian. She never saw the Outer World ... beyond the gates of their Grounds.

She would read books on the World Beyond ... Tales of Around the World in 80 days ... yet, she knew not what lay ahead.


One day, A crestfallen Mother took this Child out ... The Daddy was no more and the Princess no more a Princess. Mother and Daughter started living in a cottage by the Countryside... Mother went out looking for Work one day ... And, never returned. Some say, she ran away from her responsibility towards the Princess , some say she jumped off the cliff. The Little girl was taken in by a Wealthy relative who took pity on her. She went to the City with his Family.

She studied in a convent governed and run by Nuns. Under strict vigilance , all thoughts restricted; She grew up to be  a fine Lady. Then, One day the Wealthy Uncle too passed away. They branded her a Witch, the relatives, none ready to take her in... for misfortune followed anyone who kept her. The Nuns found her a job with a baker.


The Princess now a baker, would wake up each morning at 4 am set the oven on and bake the best of breads, baguettes, pastries and pies. The baker became rich on her talent. He was a good soul and a great person. He had a son, who was a paraplegic; He would always sit at the counter of the bakery and look at the girl work relentlessly day in and day out. He was head over heels in love with this beauty but was afraid to open up to her.



She always wondered , why the shy young man stared at her and when she looked he would turn his face away.

The Baker and his wife knew. But, they were helpless; How could they ask her to marry their Handicapped Son?

The Worried Baker one day fell very sick and on his death bed mustered the courage and asked the Girl if she would accept his son as her Husband. She looked at the Son and and the Kind old soul who had sheltered her in er trying times and said Yes. The baker heaved a sigh of relief and his soul escaped in that one moment. He was liberated.

The funeral over and done with ... The Baker's wife One day approached  the Girl and said 'I know you are bound by your promise to my late husband to marry my Son, but; i don't want you to marry him out of compulsion. you are free to lead your own life and marry anyone you feel like. " And, she hung her head low and walked away.

The next morning after the baking was done, the Girl went to the local church and met the Nuns. told them the whole story and asked them for their advice. the Principal Matron said,'Child, Follow your Heart. do what you feel is right."

The Girl came home smiling and hugged the Baker's wife and said ," Can I call you Mamma? I need a Mother , and a Man who would have eyes only for me; That man is your Son. Can I marry him Mamma?"
The Bakers wife was thrilled , the Son in the other room who had overheard it all ... burst into the room where the Girl was and stood up from his Wheel Chair and said , "Your love will cure me soon Dear. I Love you."

The Girl turned around and said," I have always loved you but I was afraid of loving you for I didn't want to lose you . who ever loved me left me, so I was afraid to lose you."

The next few days, saw a lot of festivities and the Girl in the meanwhile massaged  and therapeutically got the Young lover walking again all the miracle of love. Pure blessed love. She would bake the best of pastries and bread and became very famous.




They were married the next Spring and they all lived happily ever after. The curse that followed her from Childhood was lost forever.

The Princess and her Prince lived and baked and they say that the bread from their bakery has magical powers. It heals anyone who consumes it of any illness. They bake each loaf with love. The secret is LOVE.

He says .. Love is an investment ...

Whoa! It hit like a Torpedo...When he said he is on Social Networking Sites, Looking at investing in Rich , lonesome Girls , who would fall an easy prey to his smooth talks and he can enjoy a laid back smooth life resting on the Girl's riches.

I was shocked. This is what these so called young Cosmopolitan men are seeking. I nearly threw up.
Thank God! I was saved in the nick of time , him exposing his own reality in a boisterous moment goading himself at the thought that he has ensnared and trapped girls from Gujarat to Allahabad to Lucknow to Hyderabad in his net.

Sick but sad truth ... this is just one person. there are countless others posing as pious and intellectuals and patriotic men but in reality frauds who are making use of Social networking Sites to make Girls fall in love with them till they become inseparable and either marrying them for the riches or blackmailing them for money.

A vicious circle of Mad Men, old men , perverts and Paedophiles using these Networks to fulfill their lustful ways and life.

Sameekshaa was created to expose one such lie ... Chandru  who has now resorted to unfair means of threatening the person who has exposed him  with dire consequences. Sad state of affairs that a man of spurious character should roam around freely like this and hailed as a great Teacher, which he is NOT.

It saddens me to quip that girls who have been forewarned haven't paid heed and in the raging hormonal mood sided with the villain believing his lies.

Sad Truth .... but will be exposed in #TrollersPark

The Love - Hate Relation we share now ...

The Love that once was ...
Has turned into hatred ...
A Love - Hate Relation...
We Share ... You and I ...
The dark nights remind me ...
Of the Knight you posed as ...
A shadow of your true self ...
Lay exposed to me ...
A fanatic for lust galore ...
You seek women day and night ...
To satisfy your loneliness ...
Your ego and alter ego ...
But, in doing so...
Do you realize what you do those women?

You put the blame on me ...
Whereas it was the other way round ..
you were playing with my feelings ...
Another fish in your net.
Why?

I want an answer ...
An answer to the blasphemy ...
Of your mask ...
your Reality ...
And, who you are.

It is Love that stops me from taking action ...
It is hate that makes me expose you ...
Hatred for the person you are ...
Hatred for the fake character role you play.

You ask me what I want...
I seek Justice....
Justice from your opinionated version of me ...
An explanation for all the promises broken.

The Love - Hate relation will continue ....




There's a lot ...

There's a lot to be written about...
There's a lot to be spoken about ...
There's a lot ...
To be inferred from ...
There's a lot to think about ...
There's a lot ...
Yet, so little to achieve.

What's there to think about?
It is all in the past they say.
They say, forget and forgive ...
They say move on ..
But, is it so easy to do so?
Is it so easy to forget an incident,
That changed the course of your life?
Is it so easy to forget the person...
Who made you lose your self esteem?
Is it so easy to forget ...
The chain of events that followed?
Is it?...

Lot of anger....
Bottled within ...
Lot of pain withheld ...
Lots to spill out ...
Lots to tell about.

#TrollersPark

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Read on

Sameekshaa Chaturvedi ... http://confessionsofanunjustlady.blogspot.com/2013/08/sameekshaa-chaturvedi.html

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Sameekshaa Chaturvedi ...

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth ... the little girl was oblivious to the pain of the World around her.

The second time round she was born ... she woke up in a pool of blood ... Not hers but ...

Thoroughly loved and pampered, she belonged to a family of eminent people . Her Daddy was the coolest .... A James Bond Personality, seen three brutal attacks the scars as bullet wounds on his torso evident of what his profession was yet a low profile IB officer living in the midst of commoners as a commoner. No one knew who he was but the Government.

He mingled in Diplomatic circles , a beautiful wife alongside. They were Happy.

One day, Sameekshaa wanted a particular doll.... he took her out and she returned home but he didn't.

They were travelling in the car with the driver , a Senior Inspector dressed as a Civilian Driver ... Suddenly , at a crossroad , there were Trucks coming at them at top speed ... In that instant.... IB Chief Chaturvedi knew ... That was the end. He had his daughter with him ... they were hit from both sides by the trucks.... the little girl saw the scenario unawares of what was to come. The car flung into the air and landed upside down, Daddy covered Little Sameekshaa for he knew what was coming ... there was a spray of bullets from all round and then there was silence. Sameekshaa had passed out. When she opened her eyes , she was lying in a pool of blood .... Her own yes ... Daddy's blood. She was blank and staring at the dead weight on her. Her Daddy had saved her.

He was given a silent funeral... no medals no honour .. he was a secret no one knew. She knew ... she knows and that is why she is who she is today .... A Skeletal remain who sees everything clad in blood soaked clothes.

Her mother blamed her for his death. Had she not asked for the doll, Daddy wouldn't have gone out. She was the culprit, the reason behind her widowhood. To this day, Mom doesn't talk to her. To this day, Sameekshaa looks at her photograph and cries each night. She never slept after that day and to this day, walks the World over all alone in the night seeking her Daddy. Where will she get her Daddy from?

She left home, when she turned Eighteen and never went back ... They call her, the Relatives but she has vowed not to go back till she finds Daddy and takes him back home to Mom and she knows deep within her heart , that she will never go back home.

She has travelled the World over ... High up and low ... All her relationships suffered as no one understood what she was seeking . A killer she annihilates and rids the Earth of offenders. No one knows her. No one ... Not even her Mom. She walks the nights ,,,, the streets and rids it of roaches of the society .... A silent killer .... She seeks Revenge ... She seeks the one responsible for her Daddy's death.

She sees the Killer in every man that lies ... she sees him in every cheat ... she sees him everywhere.

She searches high and low for the one the one that ordered her father's termination. She seeks him everywhere.

Judge her not based on your assumptions and presumptuous biased views ... see her as the little girl that opened her eyes soaked in her own father's blood. See her as the little girl who seeks justice from the Government for whom her Father died but never acknowledged his sacrifice. She seeks justice for her Mother , who still dresses everyday in Bridal finery waiting for her Husband as she did that day , it was Karvachauth ... she still awaits him. Sameekshaa can not see her Mother in this state.

Understand her dilemma ... is all she says to the ones left behind.