Lost Wits

Cruelties inflicted over the years

Hard-hitting hammer or lashes of a whip

Maybe a chisel for the molding piece

Transformed was she, from toe to tip.

Compelled to close the once open gates

Leading to the soul of an unsolved conundrum

The key thrown in a pool of disappointments

Fearing the re-occurrence of another tantrum.

A ball of steel now splendidly strode

Walked the path of life without much diffidence

Forgotten had she about the lost key

Now in the hands of a ferocious fiery phase.

A change in state, both physical and mental

Perseverance saw her melting point

Gleefully climbing up the steps to distress

With little apprehension of the pair being disjoint.

She reached atop with soaring hopes

Looked beside for the warmth she adored

As cold winds blew against the emotional fool

Lost wits were now befittingly restored.

Reflection

Catching sight of something familiar

My wandering mind elapses yet again

A broken cup amidst numerous other things

Brings back memories of heartbreak and pain.

Its stillness contrasts the surrounding ambience

Yet, I feel drawn towards the silent noise

Intensely gazing at the broken piece

Pondering whether I had another choice.

An oasis in the middle of a desolate desert

Must not be mistaken as a blessing in disguise

For it may vanish once you approach it

And shall never answer your desperate cries.

I run my fingers along the long crack

Trace the journey of a shattered tale

Flashing a cryptic smile at the nearby mirror

Hoping it’ll decode my message without fail.

Baffled

Clutches of bafflement tightly gripped

Two paths lay ahead of her

As the ticking clock refused to pause

The dicey situation led to a stir.

Utterly perplexed, she closed her eyes

Engulfed in a moment of introspection

Her position was beyond just problematic

A means to evaluate her moral projection.

The pending decision knocked again

Sending her mind in a state of duality

One path was an easy way out

The other being relatively gritty.

Moral policies she resolutely preached

Turned towards her with a questioning eye

They awaited her judgment on the matter

The circumstances being close to sly.

The gritty path reflecting her principles

Ultimately bore her proud footprints

The conscientious woman felt liberated

She now looks forward to such challenging stints.

Pursuit

Engulfed in a spurt of quick excitement

Her twinkling eyes could no longer restrain

The notice being a harbinger of happiness

Like barren land blessed with a drop of rain.

The news contained her path to glory

A platform to showcase her hidden talent

Highly determined to chase her dreams

To disclose the news, she could hardly wait.

Her fingers dialed the most trusted number

Hoping to receive subtle encouragement

A pull of disappointment slackened her spirits

A fervent soul received yet another dent.

She disconnected the line with a heavy heart

But, her will remained strong as ever

She possessed the power to pursue her passion

Such tiny obstacles shall only make her braver.

Drop Of Duality

Resting on the edge of her misty eyes

Holding itself from rolling down

A tiny droplet of hurtful emotions

Yet, deep enough for your soul to drown.

Perfectly aware of her sufferings and grief

The minuscule drop lead a vehement protest

Refusing to take the agonizing journey

It stood still with feelings suppressed.

Compliance won the battle though

As the teardrop could no longer restrain

It travelled down from where it stood

With a sense of guilt for adding to her pain.

With a stable mind and heavy heart

She gently traced the droplet’s trail

Softly whispered to the caged emotion,

“Your connotation is far from frail.”

Not always does it represent misery

The teardrop often speaks another tale

A story of subdued valor and strength

A vital side that usually remains under the veil.