The French Boulevard ... Keep Guessing!

Oui!

Yes! The French Connection seems strong still...
The way he watches over her ...
She knows , he is around...
Keeping an eye on her ...
Watching her every move ...
A bit discreetly ...
Waiting with bated breath...
If she would spill the beans.

She walks along the Boulevard ...
Down to the Siennes...
Across the lawns of Lyon...
Up the Eiffel Tower...
Sipping a french Champagne...
Savouring the Mushroom Soup ...
She gives a smug smile ...
A tilt of her head...
A laughter escapes her throat ...
Pfft ! Naysayers...
Become soothsayers #GoFigure

The end of a beginning #GoFigure

The end seems near to her ...
At the top of the mountain...
Lonely in her quest even at the top...
She sees the futileness ...
Of a struggle not her own.

All she desires ...
Is a peace of mind ...
Away from the hustle bustle of daily life...
 A life not hers to choose.

It is worthless sitting on a throne ...
When there is no claimant for it after her ...
A flaying of arms up in air ...
She brushes away all thoughts ...
No, not hers to waste time on...
She must embark on a new journey ...
Into the unknown ...
Groping in the dark ...
Not the blinding light of the outer World ...
Not hers to own ever.

It is the end of the beginning for her ...
Not her journey to complete ...
She has miles to cover of her own ...
A path of her own to trad upon.

Once again , in her lair ...
Laying upon her bed...
She gazes up at the whirring fan ...
The blades invisible in the rotation ...
She turns around and pens her thoughts...
At first , she draws a blank ...
Then she types away ...
Words seem superfluous ...
But they flow grom her mind ...
Through her fingertips ...
Typing a new chapter ...
The end of a beginning begins.

The final journey...

Reminiscing about the past...
She begins the last lap of her journey.
The beautiful childhood of gay abandon...
Of hills and seas...
Sand to dig the heel in...
Quiet contemplating time at the graveyard...
Talking to the ghosts unseen... The demons lurking around...
Oblivious of the dangers...
Just by herself...
Perched on a rock...
Her feet dangling over the grass...
The seeds of the green blades...
Stuck to her socks...
Velcroed on the knitting...
Picking on the prickly ones...
She whiled away her time in Solitude.

Grown up she, a recluse all by herself...
A misfit amongst the many...
Yet holding her own...
A countenance well known.
The throb of many a secret hearts...
She stepped into the oblivion again...
To surface towards the fag end of her youth...
Broken and bitter of experiences.

Yet she marched on...
Forging her signature amongst the Giants...
Thwarting advances of the Wolves...
Falling prey to some...
Gaining in confidence and experience...
She booted the past in the bum...
Yes, the lonesome one...
Arbitrary in her dealings...
Moved into her comfort zone.

A bolt of lightening hit her once again ...
She sat upright and thought...
It is time to pack her bag...
For a journey into the unknown.

So she neatly packed a suitcase...
And bid adieu to her little ones...
For a cruise of a lifetime awaited her...
With the Supreme being at the helm.
Farewell said she to her flock...
The lamb bleated one final time...
She hugged them and waved a goodbye...
A tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

The final lap across the globe, the final destination in the horizon.

The Cunning Fox...

The lair all set,...
He keeps an eagle eye... Watching for a pretty prey...
The man the so called man, called Indivar ...
The Cunning Fox...
The twice married lusty fellow...
Waiting and pouncing on women..
In the Virtual World...
The Social Media his tool for affairs...
Spurious words and lyrics from songs...
The pictures from the garden his unaware wife maintains...
Enough to trap solitary souls.

He is not alone...
There are many more....
The Cunning Foxes of the menace called...
The Social Media...
They wait and watch their bait...
Then rest is a flow of sob stories that follow...
And the bird is ensnared.
The Cunning Fox gobbles up the poor souls...
Then looks for another to trap in his sweet words.

Another Love Story Bites The Dust ...

Once again, just another heartbreak...
Once again, the heart bleeds...
Once again the cocoon is spun...
Once again to hibernate.

Why fall in love...
The fall hurts...
The heart sobs...
Tears well up...
And, you can't tell anyone your pain.

Aah! To be happy ...
How do others manage it?

How can they be happy?
Yet all the sorrows in her kitty?

Is she not made of flesh and blood?
Is she an experiment of God?
Does God try his stunts on her?
To see how much a bleeding heart can endure.

Just another love story...
Bites the dust.

Corruption is a state of mind ...

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Guilty as charged ... #GoFigure

You are guilty as charged...
You left her stranded in the middle of the night ...
You left her bereft of faith in men ...
You left her in midst of high strung emotions...
You left her ...
You are guilty as charged.

What did you offer her?
NOTHING...
Yet, she chose you over countless others ...
Yet, you left her high and dry ...
With nowhere to show her face.
You are guilty as charged.

Wallowing in sorrows unknown...
The depths of which engulf her ...
She drowns ...
Trying to catch a breath ...
She swallows the sea water ...
Filling her lungs ...
Gasping for breath ...
She flays her arms ...
Splashing the waves around ...
Succumbing to the deathly hallows below ...
She resigns to her fate.
YOU ARE GUILTY AS CHARGED FOR HER UNTIMELY GRUESOME DEATH.

Happiness eludes her ...

Yet again,

Happiness eludes her. Just when she thought all was going to end , a sudden gust of wind came along and blew the nest of her dreams away.

Yet again, she became lifeless.

Yet again, she turned into a zombie.

Yet again, she killed her dreams ... her desires ... her feelings ... yet again, she felt cheated by her own.

She withdrew into a cocoon. She spun the weave around her ... Yet again, happiness eluded her.

Yet again, joy skirted around her and bereft her with emotions. A steady stream of warm tears flowing from her eyes , traversed along her cheeks ... she tasted the salt in it and yet again ... happiness eluded her.