Dreams ... With a tragic end ..

They met out of the blue...
As though destined to meet...
At a place, which none would recommend ever ...
Yet, a twist of fate made them meet ...
A whirlwind first date ....
Led to another and another ...

Then suddenly dates out of the blue ..

He would kidnap her from work and take her away ...

Far away to another place...

A beach a sea .... A beautiful seat on the rocks. ..
She was floored...
Totally smittened ...
Enamored by  his love. ..
Licensed by the Black Pearl bracelet and neckpiece for her birthday.

She was taken by his charm...
She fell head over heels in love ...
Once again to be taken for a ride.

Ride she did ... High on the waves ...
A tsunami of love ...
Kaput!!! One day it all came crashing down ...
Her monument of love came crashing down ..
She was devastated.
.She cooped up in her coccoon...

There she started her cleansing process...
A metamorphosis taking place....
She made her feathers better ...her wings stronger ..
She was different...she was above  human interaction.

She turned further into her shell ...for she was a wreck to be salvaged
He surfaced again ... She turned her face away.

She was ... Waiting for the footsteps that never came...

She was full of life ...
Smiling all the time...
Fun to be with...
He entered her life ...
Like a whiff of fresh air ...
And ,
Snuffed the life out of her...
He ravaged her mind and soul...
He raped her sensibilities...
He left her a vegetable...
To her own existence...
Just existence...
No life at all...
Just another dead body ...
In the trails of death ...
That follow his footsteps ...
One gone forever...
Another, a living dead ...
He killed her alive ...
Throttling her life ...
Leaving her on her own ...
He ensured there was none beside her ...
He murdered her in broad daylight...
Proclaiming himself a saint...
He was far from one ...
Actually, Devil's Advocate in disguise...
She was trapped ...
Ensnared by his false charms ...
Used by him...
And, left to die alone.
She was in love till her last breath...
Her eyes glued to the door...
Her ears attuned to his footsteps...
Footsteps that never came.

They found her ...
Eyes wide open...
A smile on her lips ...
Waiting ...
Waiting for the footsteps that never came.

History...

When they become a page from history...
That ...
That moment you are liberated...
It is the D Day landing for you ...
The day when you nuke all the feelings for them...
They become dust ...
The rising , swirling...
Dissipating dust like Hiroshima...
They become the Nagasaki skeletal remains...
The memories of them become...
The dilapidated buildings...
Of your wartorn mind.

The conflict resolves...
And you see clearly ...
The foolhardiness of the efforts...
The efforts put in to keep it together...
When all the Nazi wanted was the pleasure...
The pleasure of destroying your peace...
The ally of your thoughts...
To ravage your body ...
For his own annihilation.
They are history now ...
Let them remain history...
Do not repeat the same history...
They will get the just justice ...
For you were naive they weren't...
They have become history...
Even in the pages of their own lives.
#GoFigure

Body Language... It says it all

She can understand languages ...
A lot of them...
She can read them well...
But, she reads best is ...
Body Language.

She doesn't trust words ...
No messages...
Nothing on phone ...
She meets in person ...
To understand the person...
The motives ...
For they say ...
Action speaks louder.

She makes it a point ...
To meet in person...
For she trusts her gut instinct ...
It tells her everything...
It never lies.

She understands...
Body Language. #GoFigure

Trigger Happy...

Going through the mundane chores of a nasty Sunday morning, she seems trigger happy.

What has triggered that smile on her lips ?

A Faraway look, as though she's in Dreamland. What happened in the past few days to have made her so at peace with herself?

No, she's not on some mood enhancers. Neither is she a brethren of anybody nor waiting for anyone. Suddenly, her solitude is all she craves for. The emptiness within is such a bliss. It echoes her non-existent feelings. For long, she's waited for this silence. The trigger to Happiness, her silence within.

There's no chaos. There's no turbulence. An inner calm.
Or, is it true there's a lull before a storm?

The trigger is in her hand ... She uses it or not , depends on the silence within.

Shadows...

She was herself...
Fiercely independent...
With a mind of her own ..
She lived life on her terms ...
She was not born ...
To live under shadows ...
Shadows of ghosts of the past ...
She was born wild and free ...
The spirit of her soul ...
Has seen many journeys...
Journeys solo and in company...
She prefers to go solo ...
She wasn't born to live under shadows...
Shadows of ghosts of the past.

Trigger Happy

Going through the mundane chores of a nasty Sunday morning, she seems trigger happy.

What has triggered that smile on her lips ?

A Faraway look, as though she's in Dreamland. What happened in the past few days to have made her so at peace with herself?

No, she's not on some mood enhancers. Neither is she a brethren of anybody nor waiting for anyone. Suddenly, her solitude is all she craves for. The emptiness within is such a bliss. It echoes her non-existent feelings. For long, she's waited for this silence. The trigger to Happiness, her silence within.

There's no chaos. There's no turbulence. An inner calm.
Or, is it true there's a lull before a storm?

The trigger is in her hand ... She uses it or not , depends on the silence within.

Erase

Can memories be erased?
No, not unless you are a vegetable...
But still in that state...
Your mind may be working...
You might be reliving the past ...
The good memories...
The bad ones ...
The not so good ones ...
And the not so bad ones ...
But, none the less reminding...
Episodes of your life's drama.

One can or can not let it rule their present...
Let the memories make you or break you...
If someone wants, one can move on ...
Or just for convenience act...
Act as though they have moved on ...
Enjoy the goodies of current days ...
And then,
At their convenience, blame memories ...
Memories for holding back.

Sad truth of human beings ...
Only humans can manipulate their own minds...
And minds of others...
To suit their convenience.

There is no eraser ...
You can't erase memories...
But, yes you can use them to manipulate...
To get your brownie points ...
At the expense of others happiness ...
At the expense of others always...
It takes a very clever mind to do that ...
Someone who knows how to use people for their convenience...
And then how to leave them high and dry.

Sad, there is no erase button in some peoples memory...
And there is a big delete in others.
#GoFigure