The Ghost returns ...

Her life her times ...
A very important figure...
In her life ...
Changing the entire  course of her life...
And its destiny.

The Aviator ...
An indispensable entity...
The passion...
The sole desire...
The knight in shining armour...
Reminiscent of him...
She remembers him.  something else in store...

All was lost...
When he was lost...
The anger never subsided...
Raging within her like a wildfire...
Consuming her entire World...
She was never the same again.
Burnt with desires ...
Quelled with water of pain...
She lived ...
Only to tell her story...
To relive it each day...
Gnawing her from within...h
The desires raged...
In the wake of which...
All was lost.

She lost him...
She lost herself...
She was never the same again.  returned ...

Only to  find her skeletal remains...
The woman he loved was gone...
She was a ghost of herself.

He seeks her to no avail ...
He hasn't lost hope ...
But, he has lost her.

Relatively Selfish ...

Relatives ...

You can't choose them ...

They come packaged in your blood wrapped in your skin and you can do notjing to shrug them off.
What ever you do , in the end it is you who gets hurt, you who gets sucked by the selfishness of relatives.
Had my fill of relatives. Don't want them no more in my life di tzting terms to me. I might as well be the loner I am than do niceties to selfish rogues.

Relatively selfish people... they come in all shapes and sizes. Why bother doing anything for thankless people. Might as well pack my bags and move on.

Time to make a fresh start. Time to move on. Time to just let go. Emotions need to be kept in check and just harden my stance and go away.

She was right when she said , yes Sharada ... whatever you do is less in the end they are thankless.

She was right when she said , yes Nan ... Don't blow away your career for her, she will ditch you. Don't make such a  big sacrifice. She was right.

Damn relatively selfish relatives.

His little ones...

Their love ...
So innocent so pure...
Their needs so small ...
His little ones ...
When they rush towards her...
When they want none but her...
She lives a lifetime...
Her entire life has a meaning tgen ...
Ìt is worth living another day ...
Waiting for them ...
Their tiny fingers seeking hers...
Encircling her fingers...
Tugging at her dress...
Pulling her towards them ...
That is pure love.
Asking her for forbidden goodies...
Which they know ...
Only she can give them ..
Her time...
Her love ...
Her compassion...
She loves them as her own ...
Feeling him through them ...
The love that was hers...
He couldn't give...
But he gifted her the most precious...
His own to play with...
To nurture...
Yes , his little ones...
Hers for two hours a day ...
Those two hours ...
She comes alive....
Lives a lifetime...
In his memories...
Feeling blessed...
The lord gave her Agni back ...
As his little ones.

Missed chance ...

Their love ...
Is what myths and stories are all about ...
Magic at its best ...
Gods benevolence ...
Of meeting and separation ...
Meeting again only to separate again...
That is the magic of love ...
Living through the trauma ...
Yet steadfast ...
For the better of all.

She has no regrets ...
She sent him package ...
But, she still loves him ...
Shd pines for his love ...
Yet , won't condescend for their selfishness...
That is the purity of love ...
To give up ...
And burn self ...
So others can live happily.

She walks barefeet ...
On smouldering coal ...
Burning her feet is her way of life ...
Tears not withstanding ...
She has a smile pasted on her lips ...
He would be unhappy to see her sad ...
So she smiles ...
Laughs with gay abandon...
And moves on ...
Their story is what ...
Fables are made of...
Their love story...
A parable unmatched.

A missed chance ...
Changed their entire destiny...
They separated to meet ...
And miss the chance again.

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.