THE WORDLESS PARAMOUR

She stood in front of him , without uttering a word. He is here. Her mind refused to register this simple fact. He cannot be here. He was supposed to be gone . Forever. To another land. With another woman.

He preferred silence. He could not bring himself to speak. He had dumped his fiancée. Given up his mercenary dreams. He felt it was necessary to stay back. With her . For her. Forever.

Neither of them said anything. They were reading each others’ minds. Trying to decipher silences. Suddenly the lights went out. A storm grew out of nowhere. She gave him way to come in. He rushed in with urgency. She went to fetch a candle. He hastily shut the windows to prevent the rains from lashing into the house .

After she came back , he said , " Did you have your dinner yet ? " She replied , concealing a smile, " Now that you are here , why don’t you join me in ? " He quietly followed her into the kitchen , knowing that things were right – just as they were supposed to be.

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...

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