Madhuri G R
|A doctor in search of words that heal broken hearts.|
The breeze filled her empty soul,
With a ton of emotions,
As it rained down
Upon the clamour and the chaos,
Upon the city
Too stubborn to settle down,
Upon the crowded streets
That suffocate a million dreams.
A myriad of memories
Flashed in her head,
Tangled in utter sorrow,
As they struggled their way out,
Yet in vain,
Sabotaged under the weight
Of a thousand thoughts
That alienated her from her own head,
It was storming unspoken silences,
In her dreary eyes,
That witnessed the thunder and the flashing lights..
she wished the rain
Washed away all the songs
Of sorrow ringing at her ears,
And As the noise of the downpour Deafened her ears,
At last She found herself
Break Free ...
She sat there by the window sill,
While the frosted glass caught a glimpse of her face,
painted with an expression
That contained the tranquillity of
And lucidity of morning dew
Studded with eyes deep so brown,
like the hues worn by moist earth
Following a downpour.
And a face, like the moon -
Round and mercurial,
Cicatrized, yet so beautiful.
She fought away all the screams and thunders of the clouds
That roared fiercely,
While a horrid tide of emotions beat against her brittle heart,
Gnawing at it,
Slowly yet subtly.
There was a stubborn storm inside her soul.
It rained memories and nightmares
While flashes of her own mistakes
Blinded her every moment or two.
There was a lot to ...
Strange and sad how everybody only reads the poem and not the poet, isn’t it?
He loved her, like the darkness in her pretty eyes,
He loved her, like the unspoken words dwelling on her strawberry lips.
He loved her, like the sweet memories inside
His broken heart.
He loved her truly, like the fragility of his dreams;
He loved her, like the warmth of the winter sun.
His love for her lingered
In the winds that brushed against her golden locks,
And in snowflakes
That kissed her rosy cheeks
He loved her, like the early
Morning mist that surrounded her.
He loved her indeed,
Like the endless efforts of his determined soul.
The quote said- “ relax, it’s only a bad day, not a bad life! “
And a chill ran down my spine, remembering that day when one bad day had enough potential to end a life forever.
And I wake up.
Eyes wide open,
And my fragile heart-
Racing and thumping,
As all its pieces vibrate
My burned out brain,
Trying to fathom the moment,
To figure out
If this is all a nightmare
Or utter reality.
For I find myself caught up,
In a realm of endless complexities.
I delve is my own pool of insecurities,
Drowning, and dying,
Slowly yet, seamlessly.
Lost in a world of unknown fears,
I struggle my way out of this maze called life.
The darkness, it doesn’t scare me anymore
For it does not change
Like people, who’s masks
Fall off eventually,
Revealing ugly shades of betrayal
I wonder if this would ever come to an end,
For I am tired of all these illusions fl...
While I sat in my chair,
Staring at the wall
Lost in my thoughts,
It occurred to me
That not all wounds
Exude blood, my friend.
Some of them ooze
trust that has been severed,
While others pour out
Shame and regret.
Some of them ooze out
And unnumbered sacrifices
While from others,
Trickles down betrayal
we all overlook
These emotional abrasions
While our hearts silently weep
In darkness, helplessly
Waiting to be repaired,
Eager to recover,
She despised herself
As much as she loved herself.
"I could never be like them",
She was right.
A chicken heart she'd always been.
For while they spread their wings
Embracing the flurry,
She slouched on the ground..
Her eyes welled up with tears,
As they shuttled glances,
As hostile as the earth beneath her,
And as cold,
as the ice inside their souls...
Her eyes, they followed the
Trail of grey they left behind,
While they drifted against the waft.
She was never going to be like them, was she?
Broken she was,
And as brittle, as icicles
That hung from conifers
That stood tall.
Like the sequestered sun
Into the dark secrets of winter,
Slipping into her own...
Eyes wide awake,
Searching for an answer
An answer to all of the emptiness,
She stares blankly into the darkness of the night,
It made no sense to her anymore,
If it was day or if it was night,
For it was always dark and eerie
Inside her dreamy little head.
While the rest of the world fell asleep,
Wrapped in warmth amidst all the cold
She struggled, and shuddered
As she froze because of all the
Cold inside her head.
Memories pierced through,
Like icicles into her soul
Leaving wounds that bled tales
That remain untold
It was utter silence all around,
The crickets calmed down
And so did the birds,
The leaves rustled no more
The clamour of the crowded street
Had gone home.
And inside he...
Like a bubble it is
Beautiful yet evanescent
Ephemeral yet flamboyant
Hovering in mid air,
Flaunting vivid hues of the rainbow
Dwindling into oblivion
In the blink of an eye
With little or no evidence
Of its own existence.
The half-life of happiness
Isn’t eternity, after all!
She drugged him dearly,
With her spurious love.
one fine day
She blamed him
For getting intoxicated
As the world watched
Him wither away
Slowly and slowly.
Better days are coming?
Sure they are, and sure they will.
But what about the nights
The nights that follow sunsets,
The nights that embrace the moon,
And reveal the stars.
The nights that seem to
Last until infinity,
As she helplessly
Fought the ticking clock,
As the darkness
Put her to bed,
Like a lullaby,
Every night that she helplessly
Tossing and turning,
On yet a cozy king sized bed.
And after all of those drunk
no longer can a drop
Trickle down my throat
Without reminding me
It feels so good writing after 3 years.
A day after she had become a wife
She arrived at work.
They smirked and giggled,
As they beamed at her, in joy,
On her wedding.
Her neck bore tell-tale marks
from the previous night,
That bravely spoke of love,
Romance and raw passion.
In the hands of his,
She had now become a masterpiece
A mosaic of tiny little pieces
Glued together in place
Broken, yet beautiful.
While the world devoured
The passion it witnessed
In the love bites
On her neck
It failed to notice how
He contused her body,
Her mind and her soul,
Out of brutality, blind in lust
A man he was, wasn’t he?
And consent? Who cares, does it even exi...
I trust not these tears of mine,
For they blend with the rain
When it pours down on me.
I trust not this Sun,
For it plays hide and seek.
I must trust not my own shadow,
For it becomes a part of the darkness
That shall besiege me.
I do not fear the creeping hands that shall grasp me,
And slay me.
I fear the friendly hands, that let me down.
I fear not the stares and the glares filled with despise.
I fear the phantom smiles that conceal hatred, in disguise.
I fear not the rain of arrows that I face,
I fear the knives that are stabbed into me, from behind.
And so what if I am not perfect?
I am complete. I am pristine.
I am imperfect, but I am me.
I am the colour that splashes right
from the palette of the Almighty.
I am tranquil like a winter morning,
I can destroy like a blizzard.
I am pure like love,
I can spread like fire.
I am serene as the sky,
I am a creation,
A part of this beautiful world.
A child of the Mother,
In the very lap of nature I am.
I have the power to love.
To give rise to another world.
I am just not a creation.
I am a portal.
My thoughts could take you to another world.
I am like truth. I am bitter.
I will always prevail, In my flaws.
Innately I ...
And *Atishoo* there was another sneeze. It was the third in a row.
He was sure it was her. He was sure it was her who'd been thinking about him. She was his only love, she was his universe. His girl, she was utterly beautiful.
They'd been in love for a couple of years.
He loved her bit too much, he gave up on his own family, his career, his interests... and went in search of her.
*Atishoo* There was yet another sneeze.
Elsewhere, in a little house, miles afar, there was his mother, weeping away...
Forlorn and woebegone she was. Looking at his photograph she sobbed. She was unsure if he would ever come back. She wished only if all the tears that she'd shed could bring h...