Loving him ...

.... She died bit by bit ...
All her life ...
Just one ...
And, when she found him ...
He was lost forever ...
The moments melting away ...
she lost her moments with him ...
she lost him ...
In the sandstorm called life ...
Passing by his lane ...
she cries ....
Tears trickling down pale cheeks ...
Sobbing her heart out ...
She moves on ....
Nowhere to go ...
But back into her empty shell ...
The caravan of life ebbing away.

Time hasn't stood still ...
Not for anyone ...
Not for her too ...
It passes by ...
She lives in her fantasies ...
A life in full circle ...
Living each moment ...
as if her last...
Missing him , her curse...
Loving him , her boon.
Loose threads of memories ...
Beautiful moments with him ...
Raw threads of the heart ...
Strings attached by unknown bond....
She reaches out to him in her dreams.

Loving him ...is all she has ever known ...

The ire of a woman...

Beware!
The wrath unleashed ...
A volley of swears...
Waves of anger...
Hitting your shores ...
Breaking every bit of your happiness...
The ire of a woman ...
Let loose on you.

Mind what you do ...
Accursed is your being ...
In her anger ...
The woman you used ...
The one who placed you on a pedestal ...
Shall unthrone you.

Your Kingdom shall be burnt to ashes ...
All your glory down the drain...
Beware the ire of a woman ....
Who once  loved you.
She shall never cease to love ...
But respect never will she ...
For you are a mere mortal being ...
With flaws, pains and aches.

She pities you ...
For your trifle flings ...
She lets loose the cuss words ...
For she knows you ain't nothing ...
But a tramp romping free.

The woman with the  crooked teeth...
How ugly is her heart...
That you need to find solace...
Elsewhere each day...
How evil is the lazy one ...
That you need to energize ...
Spend your libido here and there ...
For the mere lusty feel.

Shame on you and ...
Shame on her ...
The one with crooked teeth...
May you both burn in a living hell ...
Each day and each night.

The ire of a woman ...
A good woman ...
The curse shall take its course.

Emptiness

The void ...
Left behind in a barren womb ...
Woes of a mother ...
Cries of the unborn ...
Shattering the night ...
Wails from unseen ones ...
An emptiness ...
A motber feels wiithin ...
Contractions of a barren womb.

Every corner of the place ....
Every inch speaks of him ...
The ghost from the past ...
That snatched her smile away.

She walks the corridors up and down ...
Ascending descending stairs ...
Searching for him in vain ...
Screams numbing her thoughts ...
Screeches of the unborn ...
Torn from within her ...
She closes her eyes to flashes ...
Of blood and gory death.

In her aloneness...
The emptiness surfaces ...
Taunting her each moment ...
She reaches for the numbing agent ...
Drugging herself to sleep...
Deep in knowledge ...
He is happily smiling elsewhere...
Having won this round ...
Her curse befalls him ...
He shall live in hell ...
Each day reminding him of his folly.

Her Emptiness shall become his Soon.

The lusty salesman ...

Her world came to an end ...
When the lusty traveller ...
Revealed his evil plans to her...
How could she trust a fellow ...
Who was cheating on his partner?
How could she believe an infidel bastard...
Who used false moves for benefits?
How could he believe a man ...
Who had plans to use his friends?
How could she believe in him ...
Who abandons his own?
How could she believe in  a conman ...
Who used women to get his deals done?
How could she ...
She couldn't take it no more ...
For he used emotional trauma to haunt her...
For his meager means ...
He used his own sons.
The cheat thrives in his own penance ...
For every day sees him drowning further in his sins ...
For all the women he used ...
Now up in arms against him.
The conman ...
The Bong with the evil grin ...
The cheat with deep brooding eyes ...
Studying his next victim.

The Bastard ...

...lives to see  yet another day pass by ...
Till when will he flash that evil grin ...
That smile to trap the innocent ...
The Bastard lives on ...
The Bastard smiles ...
The evil grin ...
The fat Bitch by his side ...
Crooked teeth ...
The Witch ensnares him in her web ...
The damned be damned ...
May he crush to a painful death ...
May she fall to her end ...
The Devil behold ...
He must die...
For his evil deeds ...
A painful death...
Watching his own perish in pain.

The Sly one ...

Ah! The rascal ...
The sly one ...
The one that goes by unnoticed ...
Look in those cunning eyes ...
The deep brooding cunning fox ...
The sly one ...
Ah! The salesman at it again.

His world ...
A blotch on humanity...
His actions animal like ...
The stealth stalker ...
The vile one...
Accursed must remain he.

Hiding behind the big bosoms of a lazy one ...
He seeks solace in the thought ...
He is safe ...
Which he is not ...
All set to be exposed ...
For his misdeedsthe world over.

The sly one ...
The lair laying one...
May his world collapse around him ...
All that he cherishes the most ....
Be snatched away from him ...
Let him smell the burning flesh ...
Of what he holds dear today ....
For the wrath of a mother ....
Scorns him.

May he burn in his living hell ...
His life a nightmare ...
Disgraced and deposed ...
May his body decompose right here.

The anger of a woman cheated ...
May it burn his today and tomorrow ...
He shall suffer seeing his ...
Little ones suffer.

The curse shall follow him ...
Wherever he may hide ...
His penury very little ...
For the pain he gave her...
His life a living hell...
He shall watch his burn ...
For then , will he realise ...
What his folly has been.

Sometimes... just sometimes ...

I wish ...
Sometimes, just sometimes...
I wish , I was...
Selfish .

Just snatch my happiness ...
And, run away...
Just once be cruel ...
Just once, a stubborn child ...
And, take away ...
What is mine .

Remnants of a ghostly past

They torment her...
The demons of yesteryears...
The ghosts from the ghastly past...
Remnants of a tormented soul.

She turns around ...
They disappear...
Only to reappear. ..
Catch her unawares ...
Ruining a perfect day ...
Spoiling her today.

They poke her ...
They pinch her ...
All that tney can do is ...
Torment her pious soul...
In her aloneness ...
She fights them...
She struggles to breath ...
In the suffocated environs ...
They say she is dying ...
A slow death ....
She lives only for her kith ...
Her kin long lost.

The ghosts from the ghastly past ...
Vary of her wrath...
Watch her silently ...
From the shadows ...
Measuring their steps towards her.