A fact that was ...

Neither can he deny it ...
Nor can he agree to it ...
An act of saying yes ...
Beheads him in full public view ...
Head held low in shame ...
He walks past her ...
She walks away ...
Her head held high as always ...
For such roaches of society ...
Exist everywhere ...
For them , why to cry ...
They deserve no mercy ...
They deserve no glory ...
From gutter they rise ...
There they shall perish.

A fact that was ...
A fact it remains ...
History, a witness to his crime ...
His closed eyes a torment ...
For in his own ...He shall see the pain ...
He gave pain to his future ...
His past a reminder ...
A remorse he shall carry ...
Beyond yonder ...
His pain evident in his eyes ...
The woman besides ...Tormented by his folly.

A fact that was ...
A fact it shall remain ...
His folly ...
His downfall from grace ...
For he thought, a woman was...
A thing of play.

He shall remain cursed ...
The wound gushing with pus...
No salvation in sight ...
He shall remain tormented ...
In his plight.

Unspoken words ...

The conversation left incomplete ...
Unspoken words ...
Of frail emotions ...
Of fazed thoughts...
A frame left incomplete...
Unspoken words ...
Meaningful looks ...
Moist eyes  looking the other way ...
The hurt deep ...
Stabbing into the heart ...
Each day, each moment ...
An ache becoming stronger...
Deeper wounds inflicted ...
By Unspoken words...
Words that could make or break many ...
Not her ...
For, she the Lone Wolverine ...
Roams the mist filled ...
Foggy Hills of an emotive land ...
She walks alone ...

For her solitude is her solace ...

In the melancholy heart ...
Chimes of pain ...
Heard each moment ...
Dreams shattered to bits ...
The path to heaven clouded ...
Just a precipice ahead.

She walks alone ...
Smiling ...
Masking the aches ...
A smug smile ...
A know it all grin ...
She swirls her skirt ...
And, walks farther away ...
Her wings spanning the vast sky ...
She soars up ...
The Phoenix resurrected ...
Her unspoken words ...
Waiting for his spoken words ...
Unheard by her.

Oceans Apart ...

Miles apart...
Countless miles ...
They pine for each other ...
Like Oceans apart ...
Mountains as barricades ...
They desire proximity ...
Yet, miles separating them...
They are but one ...
Two Hearts but one Soul.

They glide through ...
In their dreams ...
In each others arms they rest ...
They believe in each other ...
They fall apart if away even for a moment ...
Not a moment goes ...
When they don't remind each other..
Of their existence ..Their presence ...
A whiff of fresh air ...
In the sultry afternoons ...
Humid nights ...
None can keep them away.

Oceans apart ...
They wait ...
Sighing upon a full moon...
Meaningful existence ...
Theirs forever to cherish.

The Maori Connection ...

There is aboriginal feeling ...
An intuition of sorts ...
Deep rooted thoughts ...
Putting it all together ...
The geyserly mind ...
Erupting with steamy lines ...
An old connection ...
With something Maori...
The tribe that knows it all...
Nature its tell tale signs...
Wind, water,  Sun ...
All along.

In the air ...
Whistles the whispers ...
Of tales untold ...
Unfurling the flsmes...
Locked within.

A pressure building up ...
Shooting up towards the sky ...
Scalding the skin that touches the steam ...
Scarring them for life.

Thr Maories call it justice ...
Fury of the nature ...
Fury of a woman in rage.

The Maori connection is strong ...
The howling wind whispers his name ...
A new rage engulfs her being ...
Destroying all in its path.

Grief embraces her ...

Yet again ...
Fate brings its fruits ...
Destiny plays its part ...
Yet again ...
Grief embraces her...
Engulfs her in a vicious grip...
Embalming pain on her heart.

Grief embraces her soul...
Tears her apart...
Reminding her ...
Happiness is not her cup of tea ...
Nor is it in her kitty.

Yet again ...
She walks her lonely path...
Crawls into her solitude ...
Hides her pain ...
Behind a mask of stoic silence ...
A melancholy smile pasted...
On a face pale and white.

Grief embraces her ...
She walks in the unseasonal rains ...
Tears mingling with raindrops...
Salt diluting on the way.

I have forgotten ...

I have forgotten...
How it feels to breathe in fresh air...
I have forgotten ...
How it feels to be carefree.

I have forgotten ...
How it feels ...
To love and hug my own kids.
When was the last time...
I had a good family time with my loved ones?
When did I laugh with gay abandon ...
At their silly pranks ?
I have forgotten ...
What it feels like to be a mother ...
All that I am is a ...
Money making machine.

I look back with regret...
A streak of remorse crosses my face...
Saddened by my failure...
As a mother and provider ...
I remember,
I have forgotten to be a mother.

When was the last time...
I cooked crazy stuff for them?
When was the last time ...
I danced in the rain with them?
Good times to be remembered ...
I have forgotten.

His Shadow ...

Am touched ...
By his shadows ...
I can hear music ...
His footsteps make music ...
Only I can hear....
Stop O' Heart ...
Don't be so anxious ...
Let him suffer a bit ...
Trouble him a bit ...
Let him woo you ...
Go on ...
Twitch a bit but ...
Wait to hear his footsteps ...
O' Heart not so quick ...
To give away ...
Your feelings ...
Let him know waiting .,.
Longing be his punishment ..
For coming so late in life ...
For making you wait ...
Let him suffer a bit.
His shadow ...
Touches you ...
You feel a tingle ...
What will your state be...
When he really takes you in his arms?
Be his shadow ...
As he shall be yours ...
Together take those steps ...
That take you to an ethereal World.

The suffering never ends ...

It never ends, your suffering ... your struggles.

One is gone and another begins ... the journey of life and its ups and down bogging the human in us each time ... a new test ... a new pain ... same aches but in varying proportions ... some more than before ... some expected so the intensity a bit low.

There, you stand at the shore heaving a sigh of relief that you are over one big hurdle and moved on and there appears out of nowhere a gigantic iceberg to remind you that it is much deeper than you thought ... the root cause of all your worries and troubles.

One moment you sigh with relief and the next moment you find yourself neck deep in shit.

Words that lead you on and you start dreaming , making big pictures of happily ever after and then suddenly you fall flat on your face coz' commitments were hard to maintain and one turned out to be a coward and calculative user of emotions.

Yes, we do come across assholes who squeeze you dry and walk away with a smug smile. Little do they know, it is a small World and what goes around comes around. All that they stand for, their World can come tumbling down ... the rubbles burying every relation they cherish the most ...  for they have sinned and a sinner receives no respite.

A strong person is one who gets jolted to reality with such humbug revelations and still puts on a smile ... pastes one on her face and walks tall.

There is no more looking back but to move forth and make ones mark and move on to another realm ... where one is safe and secure in the knowing that none can hurt them anymore.