Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Like the fine French Wine ...

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Like the fine French Wine ...: She flows through her life ... Each day maturing a bit ... Just like ... The fine French Wine. He watches her... Remaining in the sha...

Like the fine French Wine ...

She flows through her life ...
Each day maturing a bit ...
Just like ...
The fine French Wine.

He watches her...
Remaining in the shadows ...
Every move of hers noted ...
She knows ...
She smiles and ...
Moves on .

He had made promises ...
Of Fine Wine  and Chocolates ...
She awaits  ..
The fulfillment...
Of those subtle desires.

The fine Gentle man ...
The World sees ...
The finer man ...
She has seen ...
From close up front ...
Her bucket list ...
A visit to his abode.

An intelligent impostor ..
what makes him tick?
She wonders ...
She ponders ...
What his life would be like ...
Living in fear of exposure ...
Yet committing crimes.

Like the French wine her love grows ...
For she likes the excitement ...
Of a good chase ...
The one she gives him ...
For all he is worth.

No reason...

There was no reason to move on...
Yet Move on , she did...
For his commitments were dear to her ...
She didn't want him to falter in them...
There was no reason at all ...
Yet she moved on.

In order to stay away...
She had to break his heart...
She declared him dead for her...
So he would be hurt...
She hurts for having said so...
But there was no other option ...
He had to hate her enough ...
To let go...
There really was no reason to move on...
But move on she did.

She couldn't bear to see him torn ...
A tormented soul ...
She prays for his heart to heal...
For somewhere there was ...
Once her nest.

She loves him through his little ones ...
There laughter gives her reason to smile...
The pain an ache always to be there ...
Yet she smiles in her stride.

She dreams of being with him in the willows someday...
Walking the untread paths...
The hills beyond beckoning ...
Maybe a silver sunset someday.

There was a reason she moved away ...
For in her aloneness she found peace...
A loner all her life...
She loves her reclusiveness.

Mountains to conquer...

He has many more battles to win...

More mountains to climb...  

 Host of challenges to face...

Before he can win back his lady love.

He is coming to terms with reality...
She awaits his return ... 

For sacrifices of decades ...
Cannot be forgotten ...
The pain writ large on their faces...
They face their harsh realities each day.

Their love survived the tsunami of battered emotions...
The hurricanes that ripped them apart ...
The tornados reeling them...
Thrashing them around typhoons....
Name a disaster thry haven't faced...
They braved through it all.

The distractions threatening them all along...
Yet somehow...
A thread kept them together...
The bond of love...
An epic love story...
Yes, they all talk of it...
It survived.

He still needs to conquer a lot of mountains...
She is sure, he willl.

The Ultimate Warrior ...

A battle rages within him ...
Day in and day out ...
He is the ultimate warrior...
His indomitable spirit ...
Notwithstanding his pain ...
His ache only she understood ...
The dilemma he faced ...
His pain became hers ...
She ached for his return ...
Return he did ...
Yet, again to leave ...
For he has many more battles to win...
The ultimate warrior ..
For his lady dearest ...
Works day and night ...
So he can take her home ....
A home where she belongs ...
Their World ...
A paradise ...
The envy of all.

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.