A Contract for Life ...

It hurts, to know ...
To be aware ...
That people just assume things ...
They presume they know all ...
When in totality ...
They have been fed a separate picture ...
A concocted story ...
To save oneself  ...
One can fall so low ...
Sad ...
But that is what has come across.

Someones assumptions can really make or mar ...
What was once so pure ...
So genuine ...
All lost ...
In a blasphemous affair.

Where did the innocence vanish?
Where has the love gone?
Emotions vandalised ....
A painful experience ...
Is all that remains.
The sweetness of childhood ...
Replaced by bitter experiences of today.

Presuming   on your own ...
You make your decisions ...
To suit your convenience ...
Think of the one that left everything ...
And everyone for you ...
Just once you had to say ...
And, she left all ...
To be your SHADOW ...
All you did  in your pretentious existence ...
Was shun the one that waited all those years ...
Once again ....
Vacant eyes ...
Once again pain....
A contract for life.

He meant it , really...

Whoever said that ... meant it...

Once a man went to a Psychologist for his problems in life ... and this is what transpired...

Who cooks breakfast for you ?
The cook ...

Who makes tea for you?
Either I do or my maid makes very good tea...

Who prepares lunch and dinner for you?
The cook does...

Who goes grocery and vegetable shopping at home?
I do... or I call up and have it delivered....

Who cleans, sweeps and mops the floor?
A maid comes for that...

Who makes the bed?
The maid does...

Who washes, cleans and takes care of your kids?
The maid or I do ...

Who runs errands for you at home?
I do ...

Who goes to work and makes ends meet?
I do ...

Whom do you turn to for your emotional needs?
My childhood sweetheart ...

Whom do you use as a punching bag when you are down and out?
My childhood sweetheart ...

Whom do you turn to for help when you are running out of time and have to get things done? Who runs around for you?
My childhood sweetheart ...

Whom do you open upto when down in the dumps?
My childhood sweetheart ...

Whom do you like to spend your time with?
My kids ...And, my sweetheart the flower I plucked and crushed

Who sleeps with you on your kingsize bed?
My wife ...

So, your wife is just another .... !

All the housework and taking care of kids is done by maids or you, your wife just sleeps with you ... the statement is JUSTIFIED ...isn't it , said the Psychologist.

Well.... No comments ;-)

Her true love ... betrayed

One and only ...
The first time ...
When the strings of the heart had stirred...
Creating  a melody never heard ...
Her first love ...
Donald Duck!
For him ,
She left everything ...
She became his shadow ...
As he desired she did ...
Becoming one with him ...
She lost herself in him ...
Vaporising in his love ...
The passion melting her ...
She lost herself ...
Lost to herself ...
And to the rest ...
Like  a drop in the ocean ...
Never to be found again ...
Her entire identity at stake...
All at stake...
She tied herself to the stake ...
Burning in the pyre  ...
Reduced to ashes ...
The wind blowing the ashes all over ...
She touches his being ...
She is blessed.

Her one and true love ...
She destroys herself for him ...
She annihilates her existence ...
To smithreens lying bare ...
She looks skywards ...
Asking for divine justice...
The betrayal unfathomable ...
A fury raging in her eyes ...
Questioning ...
She burns at the stake ...
The fire lit by him.

Rising from her ruins ...

She turned around ...
All she saw was brick and mortar ...
Ruins...
Ashes of her being ...
Rising  like the Phoenix ...
She moved away from the rubble ...
Her silhouette , a mere shadow ...
She spanned her wings out ...
Ready to fly once again ...
Another horizon to explore ..,
Another adventure to begin.

She turns around ...
In the ruins ...
She sees faces ...
Familiar ones ...
Loved ones ...
All left behind ...
None in her journey ...
For it is for her ..
And her only to take.

The Knowing ...

As if knowing him wasn't enough ...
Now , knowing he exists ...
Within you ...
As if your own ...
Is a killing proposition.

The faint heartbeat ...
The turning ...
Features developing ...
All leading to a thought ...
What now?

Too much happening ...
And , he out of sight ...
Whom to turn to ?
The big dilemma ...
Killing the soul within ...
A question ...
Now what?

His being within her ...
A testimonial of their tempestuous affair...
No turning back ...
Yet, nothing to look forth to.

A tiny kick ...
felt now and then ..
Reminding her ...
Of the reality ...
She turns her face away ...
No attempt ...
To Hide what is his...
What is theirs.

Of errors in judgement ...

A decade later, she turns the pages of her history book and she sees is errors in judgements.

His error was also one such sin, she could have over looked it but for her vice , her anger that took over and reigned supreme. All judgment blurred , she walked away ... shunning her World , relegating all happiness in the back burner , she burnt her house down.

An error ... she sees them all committing the same sin and only regret having taken a stance to make a point in a society that doesn't care.

She lost all, for nothing. Her flock lost it  all for no fault of theirs.

So each morning she promises herself , not to let another family die . No other flock of sheep loses their shepherd.

She works at bringing the flock home so there is a warm hearth waiting for the goatherd to come to in cold wintery evenings. There is cheese for all and bread is warm and fresh from the oven baked with love.

She sighs and turns away , wiping the tear at the end of her eye ... walking into the sunset , with a  crooked stick ... her trademark stamp.

Lost connection...

Just a few word of reality ....
And all he does is ...
Shouts at her ...
Blames her ...
She hears him out ...
Shuts him out ...
All that noise ...
Allthat hulla bulloo ...
She loses herself ...
Once again ...
A real heartbreak ...
A break in trust...
No faith left in his senseless rantings ...
She severes all ties ...
All ties with everone...
She kills herself ...
Ruins what her self once was ....
Cuts her wrist...
And watches the blood drip down ...
Forming a pool ...
Clotting into dark matter ...
Dying , her only thoughts are of him ...
And his treachery.
Lost forever ...
Another life ...
A life vrowing within her ...
Throttled for ever.

Death becomes her ...

She is lost forever...
To all an sudry ...
But to herself.

Time for her  cut all the ties...
This world isn't for het...
Going away is the best alternative...
So she leaves forevet ...
None she owes a penny ...
None she owes herself ....
Time to destroy herself ...
Time to go away.

Death becomes her ...
She embraces  death ...
As her own...
Just hers for keeps.

He , who had no remorse in his voice ...
He who shunned her ...
Hr who hurt her ...
Let him  live in peace ...
For she loved hi then ...
And in his love she dies ...
His love her death wish.

Gone for ever ...
She will never be a happy soul ...
A lost soul ...
She braves the final battle ...
All alone ....
A life ruined forever ...
She lits her funrral pyre ...
In his memory ...
The one she loved always ...
Her final goodbye ...
And he still hurt her .

She will always lover Donal Duck ....
She hates herself for her sorry state ...
She abhors hef actions ...
How coukd she become gullible ...
And fall for a man who never loved her.

Her faults ...
Repercussions unknown ...
End of life best ....
To save his face ...
And her grace.

Death becomes her ...
She is lost , forever.