THE WORDLESS PARAMOUR

THE WORDLESS PARAMOUR - PART 2

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He woke up with a nightmare. She was fast asleep. He gazed at her – she had a tranquil look in sleep. He moved forward , remembered something and took her palm in his hands. Softly , so as not to awaken her, he traced his name on her palm with his fingers. A cherubic smile spread across her face. That set him thinking. Why hadn’t he known it much before ? She had to be the one.

Nothing could happen , he believed. He was already engaged. To someone else. She wasn’t the woman who could break a home. Then how on earth are they together ? He wondered. He fell in love with her. Unbelievably. When ? Was it when she stood on the sands and said “ I do not believe in soul mates ” ? Or was it when he had spoken his mind to her ? Told her that she deserved better people in her life. Or was it at that precise moment when they discovered that their mothers were best friends ever ? Or was it when they realized they had met before – in infancy ?

Maybe it was none of it. Or maybe it was all of it. He realized that he had been chasing ambitions till then. The perfect girl , the perfect career , the perfect house – was all great but something was amiss. He came back to her. Abandoning every trophy he had.

She had a choice too – of leaving or taking him. He had nothing to offer her except himself. They could never be “perfect” together. Perfection had bored both of them.

She was with him, not because he loved her ; but because she loved him.

ILLUSIONS OF REALITY...

The more you point out my mistakes, The more you are drawn towards me. The more you try to hurt me, The more you bleed in your heart. The more you run away from me, The more my memories haunt you. The more you want to forget me, The more you are reminded of my presence. The more you want to chase me away, The closer I come to you. The more you hate me, The more you end up loving me. The more you call me an “illusion” The more I dawn as the reality of your life….

A C R O S T I C

A s I was walking , C hoosing the hues of life, R ainclouds made an appearance O n the sunny sky above. S cuttling through untrodden paths, T he narrow bylanes,not a soul around, I was indeed lost - Drops of rain C hased me - but Ahoy! a way was found. P.S. :My first attempt on acrostic poetry.Hope my readers will like it. To know more about acrostics,click the link given. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic

CONFESSION OF A WOMAN...

When I'm born,I'm jeered at.When I'm a child,I'm made to believe that my reason for existence is somebody else.While I'm growing up,I'm discouraged to question.My brain and heart are numbed.I cannot die too,since it will bring infamity to my family.People would say,"At this age,what could have forced her to terminate herself ? She failed to materialize her fantasy.Such bad morals." I fast for the well-being of my father and brothers.When I outgrow my frocks,I'm let off to another household.There, I work for others, without pay.I have children but they treat me like a door-mat.Here too,I fast for my husband's and childrens' long,peaceful life.When the man of the house,who happens to be my "husband" dies,I shed a part of my soul.I have no right to live then,I just breathe and sit in a corner.Rest of my life is spent in praying-for death.They say, "Woman needs a man.In childhood,its father.In youth,its husband and in old age,i...

Comments

redemption ain't dat easy said…

when we flirt with the fine line between true love and our happiness, this is bound to happen.
really, dont have words to praise your writing!!
You are awesome

August 21, 2011 at 2:21 AM

Rià said…

Loved it to the core!! Very well written.

August 21, 2011 at 11:53 PM

Anwesa said…

@redemption.....,

Thanks :)

August 29, 2011 at 1:08 PM

@Ria,

Thanks :)

August 29, 2011 at 1:09 PM

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