Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: The King And I ... #GoFigure

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: The King And I ... #GoFigure: A mystery date ... Something that was strange ... Something that turned into ... A beautiful memory to cherish ... The King and I ... ...

Royalty at her feet ...

Whoa!
The harsh reality ...
Of what a beauty can achieve...
Even men of high posterity...
At her beck and call...
To know her...
To pamper her...
To cater to her whims and fancies...
Just to bed her...
To feel her ...
Woohoo!
The exhilaration...
To be aware of her power...
A minute of who she is...
A moment that shall wither away soon...
She smiles in disgust...
It's the mortality of being a beautiful woman...
A woman in a big bad world...
A woman without a man...
The Royalty licking her feet...
The Royalty groveling at her feet...
The momentous joy...
The thrill of it...
Aware...
There's no loyalty...
Just Royalty... #GoFigure

The King And I ... #GoFigure

A mystery date ...
Something that was strange ...
Something that turned into ...
A beautiful memory to cherish ...
The King and I ...
A #Bucketlist fulfilled ...
Out of the blue ...
The King messaged her ...
Would you like to go on a  Dinner date with me?
She declined.
Rest is history ...
A whirlwind of activities ...
A flurry of events ...
They met and painted the town red...
From one end to the other ...
They travelled like others ...
No airs ...
No inhibitions...
All care shed to the Monsoony wind ...
Mumbai sure would have swooned ...
The two adventurers ...
On a trip of their own...
They traversed the suburbs of Mumbai ...
Finally rounding of at South Bombay ...
With a bottle of wine between them ...
Swooning to the newfound music in the air ...
They had a blast ...
All care to the wind ...
Letting their hair down ...
The Royalty and a Commoner ...
The King and I ..
On a blind, mystery date ...
A brief encounter ...
To be remembered and cherished...
She feels the happiness ...
She is blessed.

The illusion

A happily ever after ...
What a delusional delight!
An illusion ...
Nothing but bigotry stuffed in our minds...
A state of confounded happiness...
A mistake from the beginning...
Nothing remains the same ever...
A moment it's there ...
The next while ,
It's all washed away...
A delusional illusion...
A facade of a disturbed mindset.

Corkscrew cockatoo!

Go figure the title ...
😜

That feeling #Cooking ...

Content in her World ...
She moves about ...
Pottering her plants ...
Talking to them...
Loitering around her home...
Looking in the mirror...
At the greys...
And wondering How...
How on Earth did she survive...
The tsunami that consumed her everything...
Exhuming the memories of past...
She smiles...
The miles she's covered...
Whew! What a journey...
She smiles smugly...
A tear trickling through the corner of her left eye...
She sighs!
A deep breath and an equally deep...
Exhale...
Chuckling, she picks a pan...
Ready to pour her feelings...
Into the pan...
And, produce yet another masterpiece...
Loved by all...
Little do they know...
What goes into her cooking! #GoFigure

When you have loved truly...

When you have loved truly...
You know you can afford to wait a moment more ...
A moment more for them to catch up with you...
You don't take another step ...
Lest they are trying to catch up...
Lest they are a step behind...
When you forgive them their decision...
You forgive them their momentary lapse of judgment...
When you have truly loved...
You don't just move on ...
You give them a chance!
#GoFigure

She's the Muse ...

A porcelain face...
Fine China...
Delicate enough to crack...
To be handled with care...
She's the muse to one too many ...
Each looking upto her ...
For inspiration...
For luck...
For luck and
Probably a fuck too.
One never knows ...
What lies behind the shielded eyes...
The intentions ...
Behind the salt and pepper looks ...
What jackal lurks...
Who knows ...
Who knows what lays ahead...
No one ...
She amuses them...
She's a tease ...
She's an enigma...
A slippery fish ...
Not to be caught ...
Just observed and...
Fantasized about.
She's a muse...
An untouchable mannequin...
A doll in their thoughts...
A dream not to be caught.
She's their muse ...
She laughs ...
Giggling at times...
A smile so benign...
Yet so infectious...
Pasted on her lips...
She inspires them...
She mesmerises them...
For she's their muse.