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The Betraying Eyes.

Walking down that lane

An identical cup of coffee in hand,

Her captivating smell brushed my senses

And I just fell in love.

 

A crop top and a snuggish denim skirt

Defining unpretentiously her grimacing smirk.

Hair curly and wild, and on her feet some ragged sneakers

Elucidating the most mundane, screaming through her sharp features.

 

Kohl smeared and black smoldering eyes

Screeching the unknown and the hidden lies,

Oh, what with the black luscious lips

Without any trace of a smile, makes my heart flip.

 

The rage, the hatred, the agony quite visible

All making her to me, surprisingly irresistible,

Her secrets, her valor, her daunting self

Making me feel like a fustian elf.

 

She didn’t win me over with her mysterious meander

I melted into a glaze, by her dark loathful candor.

I stood there; fiery; lost; engulfed

And just like that I fell in love.

 

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A Dormant Warriors’ Wound.

My father’s friend

His brother,

Whose daughter

For me a complete stranger.

 

A 19 something girl

Docile but not fragile,

A smart intelligent girl

Who was just beginning to rise.

 

Staying in an urban city

Away from her parents and family,

She was inching towards her dream

Wanting her achievements to scream.

 

One wintry day, she caught a fever

Nothing much, may be just cough and cold,

A week went by and she lost consciousness

Her family flew to her in all concomitance.

 

A few days in the hospital

And al fell well,

She came back with a little wiggle

To spend some time with family and friends; just like a Belle.

 

A one moth went by

Laughing and living,

And she was preparing to bid god by

Giving slightest thought towards existing.

 

But wait what________

Hospitals and ambulances and doctors and nurses?

Blood freezing in the brains?

Paralytic attacks?

 

But, wait what_________

Coma, you say?

Mind not working

But the heart beating?

 

But, wait what________

The heartbeat stopped?

The body fell rigid

And_______ The End!

 

The father shocked

The brother denies

Her mother

_____She simply cried.

 

Words and consolations are provided

But how could it ever work?

Pity and tears were shared

But the family from inside- was broke.

 

I didn’t realize

Why did it affect me so much?

I had never even met the person

Then why did I lose myself and cry?

 

It bothered me so much

It shook me so much,

I hid myself and cried

I didn’t know how her folks even tried.

 

But the cliché says- the show must go on

But they say- a woman is too sentimental,

But they say_ we draw others troubles and make them their own

Why do you want to mend yourself when the

Wound is not your own.

 

And so I smile

I gather myself and I go to work,

Doing about everything without a murk

But adding to my heart yet another mark of vile.

 

But the wounds is not my own

So I must be left with a little brawn,

And so I begin again to walk the paths of unknown

Welcoming what He next throws from His throne.

 

And because, it was

My fathers’ friends,

His brother, whose daughter

For me a complete stranger.

 

I am just a little shaken

And I know I will reawaken,

I just cannot begin to think

Of the horrendous gloom on them befallen.

 

But since it’s not my wound

What have I to lose_____

She, to me was a complete stranger

But I hope for her to be her own avenger.

 

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This NAPOWRIMO thing, great so far, I mean to say I am enjoying it. But there is something I have to say now. More like get it out because I can’t keep it in anymore, and also I think if I get it out and share with everyone else, I might as well take things seriously. So last November, I don’t know what happened and I started writing poetry, just for the sake of writing them and many of them still remain unpublished. But Come Jan, I decided that I will try and write one poetry every single day and may be after a few months I will have something I will want to publish, more like I will try to publish. So far, I have stuck with the resolution, of course poetry doesn’t flow every day, but still have stuck with the plan, going against it only occasionally. I really, really want to publish something I write, I don’t care if it’s published by a publishing house or it is self published, but I want that to happen. As I say this now, here, only to make myself more committed towards this, so that I start taking it more seriously. nothing else.

So far, the poetries that involved the Napowrimo, (Except this one) were meant for my book, so if you have read them you can tell me if at all it could ‘EVER’ amount to anything.

In true anticipation of your reviews!!

And please be as much critical as you can be. I will work on whatever is wrong with my work, or me 😉

Her Altruistic Mien.

Have you ever seen a heart

Who has love, unconditional?

Have you ever met someone

Who has given herself so benevolently?

I have.

And I keep meeting them.

Whenever I talk to a woman

Every now and then.

I meet her in an infant daughter

Who is innocent enough to believe,

That her father might leave her midway

Given she did not comply with his portents.

I meet her in a young sister

Who gives up every thing,

And bears with her parents’ anger

Only for that miscreant little brother.

I meet her in a teenage daughter

Who makes friends with her mother,

Shares her first heartbreak with her

And one day she leaves everything, to be just like her.

I meet her in an amorous wife

Who loves and lusts her husband,

Blending into his family

As milk into sugar.

Her past lay behind

Shedding tears every once in a while,

She calms down herself

For breaking down has never served right.

I meet her in a doting mother

Who serves her child first,

A tired body she might own

But love will still that child own.

Day and night, she will take care

Of children she brought as their own,

Leaving behind her own dreams

She nourishes her family’s soul.

I meet her in a grand daughter

I meet her in a mother in law.

I meet her in a grand mother,

I meet her in nieces and aunts.

I meet her, and I will keep meeting them

In every woman who lives as a woman

Who comes into life

With learning her first words as ‘sacrifice.’

I meet that foolish soul

In every other woman,

Who gives more momentum

To emotion than reason.

I wish they’d know how to live

With ‘EMO-SON’ as a feeling,

May be then they’d never end up

With that senseless feeling.

But what could she do

For her heart’s in the right place,

All she wants is her people whom she loves

To be happy and full of solace.

Of course she is an ignorant fool

For she has lived a forfeited life,

Her loved ones will comply

Why did she surmise?

She cries and sheds some tears

Every now and then when she loses her endurance,

But she lifts herself up,

Finding valor, from I know not where?

And she is back with her giving self

While I wonder how much is left for her to give,

Will there be a time where she’ll be herself left with nothing but pain

And all she’ll have in return is a disgusted look in vain.

How much could a person give after all

How much love can a heart bore?

How much repugnance can one take

How much can she after all bear?

How does a soul carry itself with so much weight,

How can a body live with so many burdens?

And yet I see them, I meet them

All live paradigms of seemingly insane individuals.

I meet them. And I keep meeting them

I just wonder, sometimes,

Have you ever met such a foolish creature

Or is it just me who sees beyond the rational measure?

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Ps: Only, sometimes it feels like it is just not worth it, to give so much of love, and ‘selfless service’.

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The Amassing Vengeance.

 

He strolled into the room

Silence screaming behind him,

She garnered herself on the couch

Terror and throes screaming from inside her.

 

The stress, the tension surfacing

The unknown reconciling,

His anger transpiring

Her calm deescalating.

 

And in a sap all was lost

A yank through her ruffled hair,

An irate haul on her head

Her body forcefully standing.

 

A jab, a thump, a knock

And there she was,

Rocking herself on the floor

Alone, withstanding.

 

The relentless pleads had not sufficed

And so came the determined decision,

With anger and terror, the dwellers of heart

She thwacked between his legs, a brawny art.

 

And there he lay, beside her

On the self made land, wrenching in pain,

Two pairs of red gory eyes, glaring at each other

Heavy, strong breaths, petrifying the other.

 

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The Screaming Silence.

The bedroom door closed

She flinched

He grinned

She shuddered

He smirked.

 

The bed conquered

She groaned

He frowns

She pleads

He pounds.

 

The six yards of clothing came off

She cringed

He smiled

She screamed

He moaned.

 

The bodies locked

Beyond the natural rhythm

An innocent body lost

With silence being her only cataclysm.

 

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Phoenix in Disguise.

Gone are the days

Of you wanting to be above me,

Cutting my wings

And throttling me.

 

So far, I have battled

Cursed and raged,

Tried to swim and float

Sometimes barely to survive.

 

I have fought and fought

Even when the war ended,

I tried just to stand and walk

But all you did was pull me back, stranded.

 

So far, equality is all I wanted

Rage was never for granted,

I’d smile and let it all go

Only if you’d let me grow.

 

You should have breathed

A calming sigh of relief,

Walking on different treads

We could have lived happily, I believe.

 

But you let your ego rise

In claiming to be a little superior,

But my declaration should have sufficed

When I told you I was a gushing warrior.

 

So far, I wanted equality

But now, I want revenge.

You are done with your monopoly

But now, from the gut I’ll make you wrench.

 

I’ll rip you apart

Your body, your mind, your soul.

I’ll drink your bleeding heart

And throw you into an abysmal black hole.

 

Your smiles will fade

Your laughter must evade,

You’ll seek my permission

Even for your tears’ abscission.

 

For long you had me chained

Now you’ll taste its flavor,

For long you had my dreams restrained

Now you’ll know what its to long for a savior.

 

Every time I tried to soar

You’ll make it even difficult to smile,

Making me feel like a centaur

Fidgeting betwixt myriad lifestyles.

 

Try and tell me I didn’t try

To make something of me I persistently slogged,

All that happened was my eyes went dry

Even the tears rejecting to keep my eyes clothed.

 

I’ll not let anything go

I promise I’ll rip you apart,

I’ll wear the iron and steely trousseau

And display at home, my gory work of art.

 

I’ll throw my rage, my anger, and my morale

Over you like a listless mourning shroud.

And you’ll be shocked at my open advances

While, I sear and soar like a magellanic cloud.

 

I swear to God, I’ll not cede

I don’t want equality; I want revenge,

From the ashes where you buried me

I’ll rise from there and eat you like air.

 

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Challenge Accepted..!!

Something from a very confused and a very aggressive me.

Aesthetic Miradh

I see a girl standing erect, head high, hair open, long and roughly combed.  She has gripped her sides of the dress tightly, way too tightly. Her toes are clinching the floor, scratching it. Her hair hides the corner of her face.

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She is fair, a small mark on her right cheek, though not visible. But her fair skin is turning pink and slowly red; red with anger, red with rage.

She has a fluffy and sharp eyebrow. Just as it was suppose to be, giving her eyes a beautiful and lustrous look. Her eyes, big and wide, hazel brown in color; cute yet cunning, bold yet beautiful, shy yet audacious, talkative and yet tight lipped.

Her eyes speak a lot; tells me about her anger, about her grief. Slowly her eyes too have only one color and that is red. I see controlled tears in her eyes now.

She…

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