I wish escapism was a solution,

I wish,  I was a hard hearted soul,

I wish I lay beyond the realms of conformity,

Beyond,  what the world calls wisdom.

I wish patience had no meaning,

That struggle was not demeaning,

I wish I could speak what I think,

And not be stuck in bargains.

I wish nothing made me angry,

I wish nothing needed solace,

I wish I was among the very many,

For whom life is just a kiss. 

Its a lonely battle, it is.
You're on your own in this.
The familiarity of amiss,
The comfort of dismiss.
Hope, its worth the risk,
This lonely battle, that is.

Call it Murphy's law, or life, but when things get murky, ur always bloody alone.
and when things get murkier, you are still so fucking alone.

A pensive mood, And everything is screwed.

The mental battle of this strife,

The yearning to give up

And live some other life,

One,  that is today bright;

But living darkness now,

For tomorrow to alight.

The constant fight,

For things that delight;

With none in sight,

Hoping for a light,

For a high of considerable height,

Bearing with today’s plight,

Constant gnawing despite.

To just run away,

Far far away, to some godforsaken respite.

What a bargain- your today for a tomorrow,

That maybe,

For everyone elses surprise,

Telling you its your prize,

Does anyone realise,

It price?

The tears and the cries?

Once, twice, even thrice,

And finally they say, nice!

You’ve been sensible,

Its been destined,

While other’s recline,

Lay back, in waters saline,

Dine, drinking fine wine,

Someone toils,

Burning the midnight oil,

To define,

Some kind of sunshine,

To fill in, to fall in line,

Something to hold on to,

Something,  to call mine.

Reflections..

How I long for the days I do,

Like the early, lovely morning dew,

The warmth I miss,

Like a sunny winter day bliss,

Of small gestures of happiness.

The buzz of sounds, surround,

The lazy pace, withdrawn.

The easy rhythm, once

Wondrously driven,

Now hijacked by the

worldly heavens.

Its clear to see, like a starry sky,

Its clear to me, that the stakes are high.

The tough gets tougher,

The rough only rougher,

The continuity of suffer,

The need of a cover,

But its just day another,

The goals, a little further.

A heavy sigh,

Another morning to night,

Without a thing in sight,

As the world goes by,

I miss my belongingness,

Which once, kept me alive.

whats a woman without her moods?

Whats a woman without her moods?

Sometimes tangy, sometimes subdued.

The myriad hues,

Which transform without a clue,

From a dazzling smile,

To a frown, that can kill a lie.

The twinkling eyes,

In moments, can turn into sighs,

From the highest highs,

That can make one fly,

To the lows so low,

That are worse than dying.

The robust words,

Bursting in herds,

Can easily be followed,

By a deathly silence,

That can leave one hallowed.

A woman is magic,

Sometimes taking too dearly,

Things that are not even tragic.

But if adversity arrives,

She looks it in the eye,

Challenging, beckoning, rather threatening;

She finds her peace,

Keeping troubles at a crease,

Life she can tease,

Without any appease,

Nothing makes her cease!

Going on, with her head held high,

With her emotions conqured,

None of her moods should be tampered,

Herself, she can allow to be pampered,

For she lives, by her own example.

Love a woman,

Find her cute,

For whats a woman,

Without her moods!

Haphazard puzzle of a simple picture.

The confusion, frustration,

Vulnerability of emotions.

Weak, yet strong. Strong, yet weak.

Unknown, incomprehensible,

Lacking everything, yet nothing.

Decipher. Discover.

Just yourself and no one.

No one. Just yourself.

Be the reason, Be the factor,

The benefactor, The attractor.

Realise. Recover. Endeavour. Emerge

dedicated : to the girls who empathise, to the men who woo, the ones, who shall soon be victims too!

Never believe a  man who woos you,

Who promises that hel love u,

Even if ur size was twos u.

If there ever was a never,

Save it for the endeavour,

The very many, if u shall fall,

For the tasks ahead are rather tall.

Before you know,

And learn to endure,

The floating feeling,

The oh! So appealing,

The loving looks,

The promises to cook,

The love story of a book,

Is all just a hook!

And once hooked,

You shall remain booked,

Being cooked, with taunts

And comments,

And insistent repents,

Especially about the size of twos,

By the man who once wooed!

;)