In every series, I try to find my own story, only to realise that the lines between fact and fiction can’t be blurred.
The bruises on her body, destroyed the friendship between them,
It was the demon in diguise, who relished her body and soul
To the world he was her friend, but to her he was just another demon clawing away at his will...
I find myself failing,
Sometimes once, sometimes more;
It makes me think, whether i was born to fail.
I curse myself, and sink deeper into the depths of sadness.
Was there a moment when i was happy? No, i cannot find any. Such is the melancholy of my life.
But it goes on everyday. I drag myself out of bed and manage to fail again.
I have failed to be a daughter, a friend, a lover and also a good human being.
Sometimes you have to pay the price to be naive, and that’s what happened to me.
What exists, is a void filled with nothing else but solitude....
An escape from the darkness, hiding from the demons within,
I try to look beyond the walls, only to be blinded by my own soul chained to the wall,
Nowhere to escape, I writhe in pain, with only a flicker of hope,
That one day my journey will come to an end....
Love is what I felt
When I heard you for the first time
I knew you were the one
Who pulled my heart strings
And I fell in love
All over again....
His footsteps caused a flutter in her heart,
So did his scent which made her go wild,
But it was his smile which made her weak in the knees...
Pushing her into a corner, he declared her worthless,
Locked in a room, she awaited his return from work;
Blinded by his love, she longed for his respect, not knowing that she was a diamond he had tossed in a heap of dirt.
It was him, who was blinded by jealousy
And she by his false love
Her soul was crushed, her mind defeated by his false preachings of righteousness...
He left her wounded, never to return...
Till one day she met her healer, the one who lead her to light
His light filled her soul and she was set free
No longer the diamond in the dirt, she saw herself sparkle in the mirror,
It was the day she shone bright like a diamond...
All hid behind masks of varying colours.
Hers was the one of bad jokes, which covered masked fear of conversations.
To her it was an escape, while to others it was a label which they slapped on her.
For they didn’t see the days when she longed to share a word or two, or lend a hand in need, what they saw was a mask, which they themselves wear to hide their fears...
I refuse to be yours,
Coz I am my own muse,
Unbound by your vows,
Nor shaken by your words
I fly high,
Unscorched by your power, lead by my own light, unshadowef by your darkness
Who are you I ask?
Just a speck of dust to me, not to fall again into the pit, curated by your soul
For I am me, not yours anymore to own....
The closet lay hidden,
In the darkness of the basement,
Trapping the hungry demons, even those who roamed in the light of the day;
She writhes in pain, for they see her as their prey,
They long to possess her, at the end of the day.
Rattling the rusty chains, the demons call out to her,
She goes in a trance, channelling light inside her;
“Defeat them”, it tells her, “for this is not meant to be your last day.”
“So pick up the axe, and be ready to slay, today they die and you get another day.”
“For yet the demons die, a new one is born each day,
Each pick a new mask,
Lurking around your way..
They be your friends; masked underneath they’re foes, defeat them, my dear child, for the light insid...
That smile-which makes the heart flutter,
And turns thousand sorrows into happiness-is a rarity.
But only you are the soul owner of that heart-warming smile;
That pumps fresh blood into my dead heart and makes me feel alive-even if for a short while...
You carved your name in my heart, in those endless sweet messages;
The long nights turned to days of waiting when we were about to meet;
When simple talks turned to meaningful conversations;
It was then I realized that our journey will be a beautiful one, irrespective of the destination...