The Drifter

Washed ashore...
Along the coast...
She finds woods every morning...
The tide recedes...
Leaving behind dead wood ...
Driftwood...
The drifter ...
The lifeless shapes...
Waiting to be picked up...
Coloured and contoured ...
To give it a shape.
The Sea ...
Throws up the drifter...
The dead on to the shore...
She picks them up...
Carves them ...
And gives them shape...
The drifter turns into a showpiece...
She shows off with aplomb.

#MeToo

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Emotional vibrations...

Every experience has emotions attached to it ...
The basis of an experience...
Is an emotion always...
Be it good or bad ...
We go through it as human beings...
Some give a euphoria...
Some leave us devastated...
Having gone through it all...
We are left vanquished...
Famished and shamed at times ...
Jubilant and happy at other times.

Every experience teaches us a lesson...
A lesson learnt well.

Trying hard not to cry...

Putting up a brave front...
She smiles...
Looks busy ...
But deep within...
She's trying hard...
Not to cry...
Stifling the tears within...
A brave face to the world...
She weeps blood within...
Looking away...
She wipes that one stray salt drop...
That finds it's way out...
From the corner of her eye...
She smiles...
She dances...
She sings ...
She barks orders...
But,
She cries a thousand drops at a time.

The inevitability of annihilation...

The giddy feeling of being on top of the world...
The world your Oasis ...
You the drop that fills it.

The inevitability of annihilation...
The final resting point...
The lost to the world moment...
You can't overlook death...
The attention to details...
The small signs ...
The tell tale signs ...
The odour of death...
The stagnating rotting flesh ...
The inkling of doom...
Doomed to death.

Down the memory lane...

She walks down the memory lane...
The events of past few days ...
Reminding her of a bygone era...
When she had loved with equal fervor...
The sire of her little ones.
The blasphemy of a lie ...
The betrayal of senses...
The bitter experience of yore...
It affected her psyche'...
It eclipsed her relationship zone ...
Making her vow to remain single.

Once again, she made a mistake...
She put a man on a pedestal and...
She worshipped him...
Once again ...
He betrayed her ...
Once again ...
She had to wipe her tears ...
And become numb to feelings.
She walked away ...
For she didn't want to suffocate him...
She walked away ...
Giving him a reason to go.
She walked away from the senseless drama of life ...
She walked away from a fake relationship.
Just like she walked away decades ago...
From yet another senseless life ...
She chose wrong ...
She had to rectify the mistake...
She walked away from the drama ...
She walked away from the actor...
She visited the lanes of yesteryears...
The ghost of the past sneering at her...
She looked away ...
Wondering why it was still there.

The Retreat #Cocooned

Bogged down with pressures of life ...
She retraces her steps ...
Into the retreat mode ...
Her reclusive self at the forefront...
She weaves a web around her feelings...
She goes into her shell...
There she will lay cocooned ...
For a long long time.

In her melancholy solitude...
She finds a calling ...
A calling so deep ...
It echoes through the depths ...
The depths of a closed mind ...
The universe wakes up...
Conspiring to make her thoughts happen.

The abominable recluse...
Emerges as a butterfly...
Spreading her wings wide ...
She rises from her ashes ...
Like the Phoenix...
Soaring above all.

Cocooned, she heals her wounds ...
Sheds the old persona...
Molting and revolting...
Social norms in the dustbin...
She rises ...
She rises above them all.

Suffocated

" I feel suffocated." He said...
You are just too over possessive...
He had to say something...
Something so that ...
She would go away.

She exposed his character to the World ...
So that he could...
He could get a reason to go away.

She walked away ...
Crossed the road..
That she never crossed alone ...
She didn't turn back...
He knew she had a fear of crossing roads...
He made an offer to help her cross the road...
In a feeble weak whining voice...
She ignored his words...
She walked away ...
Closing the door on his face...
She wasn't weak as he was ...
That moment she had become stronger than him...
Holding herself together...
Stifling the tears...
She walked straight...
Upright in her demeanor...
And, she walked out of his life.

She wrote her feelings ..
Tore them...
Her anger...
Her frustration...
Tore her heart  ...
Poured the anger out ...
And then she was calm...
Calm as the raging Sea...
She erased the written outpour...
She was at peace.

She wasn't suffocating in a dead relationship either.