When you have a crush on your Doctor!

She  is bubbly and smiling ...
Listening to medical advice from her Doctor all the time...
But the Crux of the matter is ...
She is repeatedly listening to the voice messages ...
Over and over again ...
No, not to understand the INSTRUCTIONS...
Which are very clear ...
But, his voice ...
She's crazy about his voice...
Just as much as she's crazy about his eyes...
Mesmerizing cool eyes...
Hypnotizing eyes...
Eyes in which she drowns ...
Loses herself every time she meets him...
She sits dutifully in front of him ...
He lectures her ...
And she just drowns deeper into his eyes...
Issshhh!

The nieces and nephews whisper...
She's having a crush on her Doctor ...
She blushes and hides behind a curtain.

She dutifully reports her food diet to him ...
Come hail or thunderstorm...
She waits for his voice message...
Just to hear his voice...
Soft, but stern ... So sexy...
What a Doctor!
He knows everything about her...
Even before she utters a word ...
She gets butterflies in her tummy ...
As the moment draws near to meet him ...
Crush or no crush...
She's crazy about him...
He's the one who is stronger than her.

Her own private hell...

She the protagonist...
Her life ...
Her hell...
Her triumphs ...
Her tribulations...
Every moment to remember...
Every moment to tear apart ...
A carefree life ...
Snuffed out for selfish reasons ...
Does man know no limit...
No limit to his atrocities?

She bears the scar...
With a smile ...
One that defies gravity ...
Uplifting spirits of others...
Her life a story ...
A script ...
Of neverending episodes of a serial ...
Meticulously planned out ...
For a saga to be told.

The Staircase ...

It has seen it all...
The Staircase ...
It surely has seen it all.

It's her Haven ...
Her all purpose emotional battering ground...
A twenty something steps ...
That see her descending them with aplomb...
A panache' , a style ...
And posing ...
While being clicked away ...
Or videographed each morning.

The Staircase her laughometer...
Her happiness calculator...
It has seen her happy , smiling, dancing ...
But,
The Staircase has seen her sad too...
When heartbroken...
Her heavy leaden steps ...
Dragging herself up and down ...
A sadness and grief visible to all and sundry.

The Staircase has seen her at her best ...
The Staircase has seen her at her worst ...
The Staircase knows it all ...
Her only companion in the years known to her ...
It reads her ...
It feels her.

She said nothing...

She said nothing and ...
She walked away...

She said " Nothing" ...
And,
She walked away ...
He was getting off to accompany her home...
She stopped him and said...
"No."
She said nothing at all...
She just walked away.

In her silence lay her answer.
SHE SAID NOTHING.

The Storm of Madness...

It raged ...
It snuffed a life ...
The storm of madness ...
It raged.

Flames engulfed her ...
Tight in their embrace ...
She struggled...
She wriggled ...
Trying to break free...
But,
The storm...
The storm of madness raged ...
It raged high and low...
It burnt her to the core...
The soul searching for solace ...
Searching for an answer...
To this day ...
No reply ...
What was her fault?

In the madness that came...
With the storm...
She was swept away...
Far far away from the maddening crowd...
Far away from the deafening noise...
But,
She had to cull the noise within...
She slit what she thought was best ...
To release her for eternity...
From the Storm of madness...
A life was snuffed out.

Why do you read her?

She's left the past behind...
Long ago ...
Why do you read her now?

There are no memories to share ...
Just nightmares that recur.

Why do you read her?
She's just a ghost from the past ...
Let her remain in vapour form...
She's just a wisp of days gone by ...
Bygone days should bring a smile on your lips ...
The tears are long dried.

Why do you read her Lamentations?
Those are her musings on a rainy day ...
The rains washed the streak lines along her cheeks, long ago.

Why, oh why?

They are just memories ...
Rewinding and replaying...
Images of a bygone era...
Nothing else ...
For nothing remains but our memories...
To torment us sometimes...
That's all, just memories...
Erased ...
Yet, traces remain.

Liar, laying in the lair ...

The fox, the cunning fox...
He stole her moments...
He snatched her happiness...
Hidden in his lair...
He pounces on catches unaware...
The liar...
The cheat ...
The lying fox...
Liar, laying stealthily in his lair ...
He watches for prey ...
He uses them ...
And, then he trots away ...
Mumbling...
The grapes are sour.
#GoFigure

Love Unbridled

Their love was timeless ...
With gay abandon they roamed around...
Painting the town red ...