The void, the abyss within...

There in her heart lies a great abyss...
Beyond the crevice over the precipice...
Her heart lies vacant...
Spent and broken....
The void within...
Abysmal in its own existence...
The void, the abyss within.

She cries alone and in vain...
For every love lost along the way...
The forest within shedding their leaves...
Dark and gnawed silhouettes...
The dark abyss within, the void unfilled.

The Copassengers ... #GoFigure

Just like the journey we undertake daily from home to work place, in a share cab... Life is a journey too.

Just like we get some good copassengers and some not so good copassengers, in a share cab ; in the journey of life we get to meet some good people and some not so good people.... Some we want to forget and some we remember for life.

Some we bump into every now and then and some we meet once to never meet again. Some we wish to meet again yet we can never meet again and some leave an indelible mark on our soul, never to be forgotten.

This share ride of life brings us momentous joys and bitter memories too.

She met some good copassengers and some not so good copassengers.

Some left their mark on her soul and some left her scarred for life.

The copassenger for the Neverending Journey... That's a dream that perhaps would never materialize. #GoFigure

When you wonder...

How could things be the same again?
She wonders...
Suddenly nostalgic...
She walks the bylanes of her memory...
The aroma of cuisine cooked by her...
The gay abandon laughter of her kids...
The swim in the pool...
The walk by the sea...
The lounging in the bar...
Dipping the feet in the Arabian Sea...
Watching the sun set...
The days of yore...
When all was hunky dory...
There's was bliss...
There was sound sleep...
Then where did it go wrong?

Today, there is success...
There is fame...
Yet there is no life.

Garden of Eden or A Snake?

Ironical indeed!

The way he slithers around , the slippery one...

The hidden agenda known to him...

He ensnares women in his trap ...

A suave persona to exhibit ...

A Dark mind within...

Exploring the vulnerabilities of women ...

He seduces them ...

He exploits them ...

Making posters and ...

Using their photographs ...

Which he clicks on the sly ...

Calling them names...

The sly one ...

Cheating on his better half ...

Oh! Better halves ...

For he has one too many ...

Sandeep Singh Arora aka Indeevar @Frozenmusik on Social Media ...

A freak to beware of !!

The French Boulevard ... Keep Guessing!

Oui!

Yes! The French Connection seems strong still...
The way he watches over her ...
She knows , he is around...
Keeping an eye on her ...
Watching her every move ...
A bit discreetly ...
Waiting with bated breath...
If she would spill the beans.

She walks along the Boulevard ...
Down to the Siennes...
Across the lawns of Lyon...
Up the Eiffel Tower...
Sipping a french Champagne...
Savouring the Mushroom Soup ...
She gives a smug smile ...
A tilt of her head...
A laughter escapes her throat ...
Pfft ! Naysayers...
Become soothsayers #GoFigure

The end of a beginning #GoFigure

The end seems near to her ...
At the top of the mountain...
Lonely in her quest even at the top...
She sees the futileness ...
Of a struggle not her own.

All she desires ...
Is a peace of mind ...
Away from the hustle bustle of daily life...
 A life not hers to choose.

It is worthless sitting on a throne ...
When there is no claimant for it after her ...
A flaying of arms up in air ...
She brushes away all thoughts ...
No, not hers to waste time on...
She must embark on a new journey ...
Into the unknown ...
Groping in the dark ...
Not the blinding light of the outer World ...
Not hers to own ever.

It is the end of the beginning for her ...
Not her journey to complete ...
She has miles to cover of her own ...
A path of her own to trad upon.

Once again , in her lair ...
Laying upon her bed...
She gazes up at the whirring fan ...
The blades invisible in the rotation ...
She turns around and pens her thoughts...
At first , she draws a blank ...
Then she types away ...
Words seem superfluous ...
But they flow grom her mind ...
Through her fingertips ...
Typing a new chapter ...
The end of a beginning begins.

The final journey...

Reminiscing about the past...
She begins the last lap of her journey.
The beautiful childhood of gay abandon...
Of hills and seas...
Sand to dig the heel in...
Quiet contemplating time at the graveyard...
Talking to the ghosts unseen... The demons lurking around...
Oblivious of the dangers...
Just by herself...
Perched on a rock...
Her feet dangling over the grass...
The seeds of the green blades...
Stuck to her socks...
Velcroed on the knitting...
Picking on the prickly ones...
She whiled away her time in Solitude.

Grown up she, a recluse all by herself...
A misfit amongst the many...
Yet holding her own...
A countenance well known.
The throb of many a secret hearts...
She stepped into the oblivion again...
To surface towards the fag end of her youth...
Broken and bitter of experiences.

Yet she marched on...
Forging her signature amongst the Giants...
Thwarting advances of the Wolves...
Falling prey to some...
Gaining in confidence and experience...
She booted the past in the bum...
Yes, the lonesome one...
Arbitrary in her dealings...
Moved into her comfort zone.

A bolt of lightening hit her once again ...
She sat upright and thought...
It is time to pack her bag...
For a journey into the unknown.

So she neatly packed a suitcase...
And bid adieu to her little ones...
For a cruise of a lifetime awaited her...
With the Supreme being at the helm.
Farewell said she to her flock...
The lamb bleated one final time...
She hugged them and waved a goodbye...
A tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

The final lap across the globe, the final destination in the horizon.

The Cunning Fox...

The lair all set,...
He keeps an eagle eye... Watching for a pretty prey...
The man the so called man, called Indivar ...
The Cunning Fox...
The twice married lusty fellow...
Waiting and pouncing on women..
In the Virtual World...
The Social Media his tool for affairs...
Spurious words and lyrics from songs...
The pictures from the garden his unaware wife maintains...
Enough to trap solitary souls.

He is not alone...
There are many more....
The Cunning Foxes of the menace called...
The Social Media...
They wait and watch their bait...
Then rest is a flow of sob stories that follow...
And the bird is ensnared.
The Cunning Fox gobbles up the poor souls...
Then looks for another to trap in his sweet words.