FranKophone

Concealed by dark clouds You keep shining. Bright streaks of light Dazzle me. Enchant me. And keep me waiting.. Waiting for you.

The Utopia has vanished. Reality emerges.Harsh,cruel and derogatory. Love has lost. Evil triumphed. The warrior lost the battle. He had no armoury. Just a dream - the dream of victory. Mistook foes as friends. Lost ambition in wine,lust and enjoyment. The warrior is wounded. Deeply. In body and soul. Death refuses to take him. The nasty creature that he is. Life and death, both, elude him. To the world, he is a lost warrior. In his heart, amidst all darkness, there is a little shimmer. Of hope. Of regaining the lost paradise. The penance must begin. Like a phoenix  must the lost warrior rise.

Yes, I am a woman. The one who was loathed at birth. The one unloved in childhood. The one who had to abide by rules. The one who was not supposed to question norms. The one who was taught to be blind, timid and shy. The one who did all and had none. The one who was a doormat. The one who would never complain. The one who could be handled like a puppet. The one who could be stared at, touched inappropriately and used. The one who was an object. The one who died without mourning. ********************************* I am a woman. Free. On my own. Yes, I am a woman.

I once had a dream Of happiness and joys Of kisses and toys. One fine morning The bubble vanished Ugly reality rose its head. There lay my dream Smashed, butchered. Slaughtered heinously. I walked over it. Dragged by the moment. Tearing me apart. I gave a fake smile. I had to move on, Inspite of a dead soul .