As I write again,
I come bearing bad news.
For the world just slipped by me,
And I had no clue.
Expectations tend to do that,
Especially when you yearn.
Particularly for a person,
Whose love you'd have to earn.

So you run, act, celebrate,
For its the heart at its play.
Everything seems perfect,
In that imaginary, perfect world.
Until your illusion shatters,
For the worse of worse.

You really have no control,
Who your heart yearns for.
You just burn wholly,
With a passion filled soul.
Hence, love pricks.
And it burns so bad.
It pinches your gut,
And strangles your soul.
When your love is unrequited,
Shattered like a bloody joke.

In times like these I wonder,
How it would be...?
If I was just a lifeless robot,
Ignorant to the feeling human spree.
Nevertheless,
People come and people go.
The ones you love,
The ones you forego.
In this twisted fate,
Your heart burns,
Your heart years.
For the lovely "only if"...
Haunts your entire soul.

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It is scary. Scary to be on constant watch.
A persistent lookout. For ferocious predators.
She ain't a creature, Yet is on the run.
Consistently safeguarding,
Her dignity, From prying hunts.

She is ostracized, for her will.
Tormented, for her grit.
Deprived of her dreams.
For her life, is no less than an agreement,
Full of applied conditions.

Walking alone, takes some might.
But what about Broad daylight?
Pepper spray & Karate to the rescue,
(or so she thought...)
How far was she meant to survive?

Struggling. Battling. Every single day.
The maiden was fierce,
For she had unconventional roles to play.
Fighting by the day, dreaming by the night,
Her optimism indeed was a cruel lay.

On a fateful day, she lost her fight.
Her dreams...buried alive.
Her dignity...torn apart,
Her aspirations...shattered.
Humanity at the side,
Trying to mend it's broken heart.

A new day. A new she.
A new set of rules to abide.
This vicious cycle is cursed,
Worse than a demonic cult.

But it's far more scary,
Scary to step out.
And shudder thinking,
What if there's no return?

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Crumbling within the weight of loss,
Justice was having a tough time.
For the world was in a tumultuous chaos,
Flooded with rampant cries.

With inequality on the rise,
And discrimination as it's accomplice,
Nations were bickering,
To claim the Nobel Peace Prize.

Leave peace,
An adieu was bid to humanity.
The entity that eloped,
Defeated. Humiliated.
For it had to safeguard it's humility.

As the world staggered,
To reclaim it's equilibrium...
Mankind decided to wage it's war,
To promote this global folklore...
With a Blood for blood protocol.

As Politics and Religion ganged up to be the villains...
God was left petrified,
About his once beautiful creation.

Devoured by the pandemic,
Exploited by fellow foes.
Compassion was compromised,
For Narcissism vehemently arose.

The world collapsed...
For the burden was too much to bear.
The humans that were supposed to complement each other...
Were aspiring to set up malicious snares.

Behind the scenes,
Humanity watched.
With a rending heart and a tortured soul,
As it's baby...
Was doomed to fall.

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Completely unexpected. Out of the blue.
You reached out to me, With multiple hues.

Skeptical at first, As one ought to be,
Step by step. Brick by brick. You Unraveled your mysteries.

As intrigued I was, With my love for mystery.
Your charm did the trick, For this fateful history.

To one of the most, Unprecedented friendship...
I have you by my side.
As I smile to myself, All knowingly, in surprise.

The twisted tales. The 3 A.M talks.
The humorous exchange, With words of thought.

Lying low, we have our talks,
Understanding and nurturing each other,
As we move along.

With fierce frankness, And sheer delight,
I cherish this bond, Oh, so bright.

For we've got the world to see. And beaches to ponder by,
Tons to share. For which, an eternity might not suffice.

You have your chai, While I relish my soup.
While you appreciate my art, I enjoy your muse.

To many more of these, And so much more of you,
Thank you. For stopping by.

As we savour this moment,
Or maybe a renewed lifetime?
I promise to be there for you,
Till the end of my time.

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Smiling is easy,
For tears have to be explained.
What a jolly face can subtly conceal,
A puffed up one, would give away.

Inner demons plaguing,
Clawing for their desired release.
Placing the naive human in a turmoil,
Of helplessness and unending grief.

The human seeks help,
As the world flashes by.
But who has time for woes?
When "Time is Money",
Is the principle we are running by.

Prisoned within a haven of extreme emotions,
The human faces a tough time.
Exhausting all resources possible,
For relieving his troubled mind.

When the sadness is unbearable,
And the pain too much to bear,
The kind, where the body functions,
But the mind surrenders in distress.

The climax is clear, as words run away,
For the loss of will...The will to live,
Is irreparable, with a lot at stake.

I wish, we are more compassionate.
More human, per se.
For the fellow human needs love and Empathy,
To overcome those innner demons...
Slowly engulfing him, with no escape.

Where facades are easy to cloth,
And regrets hard to wear.
Let's be there.
For our mere presence can do wonders,
That our absence can drastically aggravate.

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Tearing apart the cocoon, Of her safe haven.
She ventured recklessly, Aspiring to find some solace.

Exploring and searching, Her heart met her need.
In form of a man, That she had missed, indeed.

Skeptical in the beginning, She was cautious down the path.
With a want to fiercely safeguard, Her oh-so-broken heart.

With growing conversations, And a million reasons to hold.
She knew it at last, That's what her heart wanted, once and for all.

With dreams and hope, She delved right in.
No shackles. No chains. To hold her in.

For her heart and mind, were on the same page.
Nudging her towards the impending link.

Just when she thought, Her happiness was at bay.
The oh so cliche evil godparents, Came into play.

Breaking her happy bubble, She was mercilessly dragged to reality.
Left helpless, left alone, In a puddle of wistful misery.

She knew she had to hold on.
For who else would?
It was her fairytale to mould,
Her prince charming at call,
With a universe conspiring to make them fall.

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THE MAN OF HER DREAMS

Her eyes glistened with love.
For love, was all she had.
Brewing within her soul,
Was a manifestation of her dream man.

With nothing to lose,
And a heart full of dreams,
She left for this exhilarating venture...
Unaware of the obstacles,
That hideously awaited her.

Infatuations were troublesome,
With the feels so real.
Who was her man?
She thought and thought,
Exasperated with her never-ending thoughts.

For every time her heart skipped a beat,
She anticipated eagerly.
Only to get disappointed later,
With the nuances of the tempting world.

Desperate in need of love.
She searched and searched.
But to no avail,
Did her prince charming appear.

Letting the bygones be, was surely difficult,
For matters of the heart are irreparable.
But, hopeless as it seemed,
She was hopeful.

Looking out, reaching out,
For the man of her dreams.
Irony screamed,
For as dreamy it may seem,
Ultimately it was the man of her DREAMS.

Dreamy. Unreal. The man of her dreams.

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Girl after girl. Lady after lady.
Wailing. Shrieking. Pleading.
To be spared.
Dignity is a virtue. Dignity is a woman's pride.
Finding it becomes hard,
Amidst tattered pieces of cloth.

With dreams in her eyes,
With aspirations in her heart,
Never would she have imagined,
Herself Lying helpless on the road,
Or being burnt alive.

Goddess, she is. So a mother.
As her flesh is savagely consumed,
Her soul torn apart,
Goddess she is. So a daughter.

Some think, living by the rules will...
Well, spare them.
But what if the ones meant to be tamed, Are left open?
A no is a no. How hard is that to understand?
Is one's honour, much more priced..
Than one's life?

Justice. Justice. Justice.
Everyone proclaims.
What is this justice? Who knows.
Would an encounter suffice for burning someone alive?
Would death sentence compensate,
For crushing her dreams?
Would anything bring her back?
I wonder.

As the lady of justice,
Wears a blindfold.
Possibly she is helpless too,
Helpless to see justice..
Ruthlessly manipulated.
For the one who actually deserved justice,
Is no longer alive.

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Doodling through the walls of her heart,
She was uncertain about some things.
Things that she thrived for.
Things that she smiled for.
Exploring and transcending,
Her inner voice called.
Settle down my love,
For there's a lot more.

In the infinity of fantasy,
Her romance seemed inevitable.
The oh-so-surreal prince charming,
Too real. Too real.
Driven by this goal,
Her mission started, to unfold.
Knocking every door,
In eager anticipation of her man.

The white horse missing,
Neither a blooming rose.
The prince hidden,
Among numerous roles.
Trying to find an other half,
She kept searching in vain.
For she forgot an important key,
Key to unlock this chain.

The key was love. Ironically, yes it was.
Loving herself,
Just as she aspired to give this imagined one.
Captivated by stories. She wanted to become one.
Truly missing the fact, That she could make a new one.

Prince charming out, The damsel was in.
For it was time, To write her story.
Uncensored. Without regrets.
The lovestory called,
"How I started loving me...."

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Tenacious and territorial,
What's mine is mine.

To think what's unthinkable,
Takes ages to solidify.

Imagining what was entitled to me,
Being partaken by many others.
Hits a chord. Blunt and raw.

Life is funny. So are people.
High on absurdity. High on more.

In the moment, is titanic.
Realization of which comes as a earth breaking shatter.

As the pieces, dismantle one by one.
So does the individual.
Change is inevitable. So it occurs.

Feelings freeze. Emotions numb.
Tears dried. Fake smile up.

The pain of letting go, is miserable.
Yet many goodbyes, are mutual.

More than the goodbye,
It's the loss of entitlement that pinches.

For what used to be yours (and only yours),
Is someone else's, now.
To feel. To emote. To entitle.

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