She scripted the end

He hates her...
He hates her guts...
Valiant in her grief...
She had to let go...
But, to make it easier for him...
She scripted the end ...
Of the love story he started.

A series of well orchestrated uploads...
And he hated her defiance...
Definitely not to his liking...
The alpha male ego hurt...
He sulked and whined ...
She twisted his arm a bit more ...
And finally,
She just let it all loose...
A whoose...
A flurry of emotional outbursts later...
She was calm...
She walked away ...
Cool in her demeanor...
With a spring in her gait ...
She welcomed the autumn of her life...
She scripted the end of a love story that never was.

The illusion of justice

We are all sold out to...
The illusion of justice...
There is no justice...
If one has to run ...
Pillar to post...
Screaming for justice...
Which never comes...
We the people...
Get sold off in the process...
Justice remains pending...
We all live in the illusion...
The illusion of justice.

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.