His Essence ...

He left her bitter and hurting ...
But, what he left behind ...
Made her live life again.
She spends her days loving his essence...
His little ones ...
In her arms they are happy ...
Loving them , she is happy.
Each day ...
When they want none but her ...
They rush to her for their needs ...
She feels whole once again.
Their tiny hands tugging at her dress...
Small eyes looking up to her ...
Scrambling onto her lap ...
A prized seat to tussle for ...
Yes, his essence is there ...
To keep her company ...
To make her day...
To remind her ...
He was there once ...
Her long wait of decades...
Fruituous to the core ...
This is what God had in mind ...
When he sent him to her door.

In nis little ones ...
She has found her World ...
Her happiness once again...
His essence ...
Swooning in her delight ...
She looks forth to the  sweet sound ...
Of the tiny feet ....
Making their way into her heart...
And into her life each day.
There is a waft of wind ...
That warns her ...
They are coming ...
And she rushes out to greet His Essence.

Toota aaina ...

Woh toot gayi to kya gham hai ...
Woh chhoot gaya toh gaya gham hai ...
Armanon ka gala ghuta ...
Ya tasveeron ki bali chadi ...
Jo hua woh ek nashtar sa ...
Chhubhta teekha keel bana...
Armanon ka gehra jheel bana ...
Sapnon ka saaya utar gaya ...
Jo theek laga tuney woh kiya ...
Reh gaya kya baaki ...
Hamare unn jazbaaton ka?

Toota aaina dekh dekh ...
Tukdon banti zindagi dekh ..
Woh toot gayi ...
Woh bikhar gayi ...
Tu toh apni raah chala.

Kahin mujh mein kahin, ab bhi baaki hai Zindagi ...

Ek ansh he tootey kaanchon ka...
Ek beej hai bikhre khayalon ka ...
Woh koi cheez nahi ...
Woh toh hai tukda mere armanon ka.

Tu jo gaya ...
Toh sab nahi gaya ...
Tera kuchh ab bhi baaki hai mujh mein ...
Tere mere milan ka woh saboot ...
Tere mere sapnon ka taboot...
Ek buut bana ke chhor gaya ...
Kafan hi baaki raha sapnon ka ...
Asha abhilasha ke beech ...
Ab sab bikhar gaya ...
Sab toot gaya.

Kahin mujh mein ab bhi baaki hai ...
Woh ansh hamare milan ka ...
Woh ansh hamare armanon ka.

She never loved anyone ever...

She met him  after nearly three decades ...
All this while ...
With a lamp burning within ...
That her first love be her last ...
She wished for him each day ...
After meeting him ...
She knew her prayers had been answered ...
But, with a twist ....
She had to turn him away ...
Teary eyed She walked away ...
She knew he would follow...
So , she did what she does best ...
She mad him hate her ...
She made him feel unloved...
She never loved anyone but him ...
But, her love was what she had to sacrifice...
Embracing her forever alone fate ....
She walked away.

The lamp of love she had so carefully preserved ...
She placed her palm over the flame ...
Burnt her hand in the process ...
A sweet pan to remember ...
The scar running deep.

The darkness enveloping her ...
She walked away ...
Forever keeping her love for him in the confines of her bleeding heart.

Accursed ...

She burns ....
She wants to burn  his World too...
Ruin his happiness...
Wipe that smug grin off his face ...
He deserves no happiness ...
All he should ever get is pain...
An ache that will burn him ...
He will neither live nor die ...
His life an accursed one ...
He lives a cursed life ...
Creepy crawlies all over him ...
He shall have no peace ...
Every moment a living hell for him....
The evil he has done ...
Shall snatch his sleep ...
Cursed he shall have no respite ...
He burns here on Earth ...
His breed so lowly ...
One shows only contempt ...
For the Rascal.
Accursed he shall ...
Die in the gutters ...
A violent death ...
A death so painful...
Even death would shiver.

The Rascal... Ranaji

The conman every one ought to be wary of ...
Ranaji ..
The rascal feeds on emotions ...
Full of false pride ...
This devil's advocate ...
Is nothing but an absolute zero ...
Nothing but a meaningless nothing.

Breeding on his libido...
Impersonating Goodness...
Advocating fidelity ...
But, an infidel bastard...
Uses and abuses his power ...
The right to exercise ingenuity lost ...
He wanders the lanes seeking ...
Solace in arms ...
Of other women than his own.

She lives in a blessed World ..
Thinking all is hunky dory..
Whereas all ain't well in her paradise ...
What if she came across his reality?
Will she be shattered ?
Or ...
Is she happy in being a whore to good life ...
A king size bed and four domestics...
At her beck and call...
Wondering .... what if?

The Rascal basking in the satisfaction of his libido ...
Curse be upon him.

Shroud of Mystery

You are my silence...
You are ...
My shroud of mystery ...
My blood stained past...
My indignation ...
My downfall.

So much deep within ..
It pains to keep it all in...
Such vagrancy...
A zealot to the core ...
You walked away ...
Leaving a bleeding heart behind.

You are my secret ...
The Shroud of mystery...
A simmering volcano within ...
My words ...
Ashes spewed ...
A fuming lava within...
Waiting to be unleashed...
You are my Shroud of mystery ...
Waiting to be unravelled.

Sand in an ocean ...

Always slipping away ...
Life is like sand ...
In an Ocean...
Always slipping away.

Under the feet...
With the salty water...
Life just slips away ...
Slides away...
Losing balance ...
Staggering to get a foothold ...
Life is like this...
Sometimes stable..
Sometimes...
Just slipping away ...
Like sand in an ocean.