Lonely Existence...

That moment...
When you realize...
Despite the crowd around you...
You lead a lonely existence...
That moment, nails it ...
You dive deep into your shell ...
Delve in your thoughts...
Wondering...
Why?
You just exist...
You are there for a purpose...
You don't live...
You just exist.

You are not living for yourself...
You are the harbinger of life ...
But you do not partake...
In the stakes of life ...
You only exist ...
A mute spectator...
To all that is living around you ...
Living off you ...
A part of your own flesh and blood ...
But not for you.

You lead a lonely existence ...
Period.

Drama ...

She was fed up ...
Fed up of all the drama...
Drama created by life ...
Drama created by people in her life ...
Just plain old drama.

Ah! All the histrionics of the gastric ulcers ...
Ulcers, for people are ulcers...
The raving and rantings of unscrupulous people...
The total emotional manipulation by certain individuals...
She was fed up ...
She was fed up of all that drama.

Over and done with the emotional stuff...
She moved into her own realm of virtual reality...
That was her World ...
There were no people there...
No one to bother her ...
She lived well there...
In her own imaginary World...
Happy and content ...
With a smile on her lips ...
In the real world,
People thought she had lost it ...
But little did they know ...
She was at peace...
Done with the drama of life.

And death becomes her ...

The ache , the dull ache turning into a shrieking pain...
She wants death to take her ...
No dreams to pursue...
No ambitions ...
No aspirations...
She wants none of it ...
She would rather die than stay put in the miserable life...
A call has to be made ... A call has to be made...

She dies , miserable in her lonelinss...
She is gone forever.

She was lost ...

So engrossed was she in pleasing others ...
That she was lost.

She was lost in thoughts ...
Thoughts unpenned ...
She was lost ...
Thoughts were lost.

Words lost to her ...
Feelings lost ...
She was lost in her own World...
Away from all thoughts one day.

They said, she is lost...
She turned around and gave a blank lost look.

#GoFigure

The dull ache ...

The pain that can't be explained...
The ache that kills silently...
The feelings that go numb...
The living death that one experiences...
A life unfathomed by anyone...
Yes, that is what kills everything...
Everything that you desire,
Everything that you deserve...
Yet, you can't ask for it ...
For you are born to sacrifice...
You are silenced with an unwritten oath...
Because you are a woman...
A woman that leads ...
A woman who shouldn't express her feelings...
Because feelings show her weakness...
So she must internalize her pain...
She must show a brave face to the world...
She has to be the very epitome of strength and sacrifice...
She must go on with a smile pasted on her lips...
She must endure her pain ...
The dull ache that kills.

Making Memories...

They made some memories...
Both together...
In their togetherness they created a world...
A wonderful world of love ...
Just the two of them...
They made memories.

The old paths of yesteryears forgotten bylanes covered...
Galis and mohallas revisited...
Memories uncovered to make new memories...
Strained moments...
Melodies played...
Memories rekindled.

Yes, they made memories...
Long forgotten love ...
All but newly effected...
A new lane of memories created...
A new path to forge ahead.

Mohabbat thi...

Mohabbat thi ...
Beintehaa thi...
Uss Mohabbat ke kaside likhe jaate thei...
Uss Mohabbat ki misaal di jaati thi...
Waqt ki aisi aandhi chali ...
Ki usski Mohabbat bant gayi...
Gharonda tinka tinka ho gaya...
Sab kuchh bikhar gaya...
Aaj bhi woh apne Ghar ke tinke bator rahi hai ...
Aaj bhi woh Ghar ko jod rahi hai ...
Waqt guzar gaya...
Waqt badal Gaya ...
Par ab bhi kuchh nahi badla ...
Wohi zaalim zamaana ...
Wohi taane ...
Wohi khusfusahat ...
Wohi Dil ko cheer Dene wali paini nazrain...
Phir log kehte Hein...

Woh har kisi se kyun nahi milti ...
Kaise bataaye woh zakhm...
Jo aaj bhi nasoor Hein...
Aaj bhi chubhte Hein...
Mohabbat thi...
Woh marrti nahin ...
Buss ek ghaav ban Kar reh gayi hai...

The storm within ...

The dark clouds of self doubt
The dilemma within...
The heart that bleeds...
How does she calm the ...
Storm within?

The raging hormones...
The dark thoughts of betrayal...
The brewing mayhem...
The throbbing veins...
The ache ...
The dull ache of doubt...
To believe or not ...
To hide the tears ...
Or let them flow...
She hurts ...
She hurts bad ...
When she finally gave in ...
He backed out.

The storm within rages...
All she can do is cry in silence.