Uncaptured

In the glitzy world of social media

Where irrelevant snaps are gleefully shared

The empty box made her awfully sad

And with hopeful eyes she always stared.

Steadily shuffling through the gallery

Did not do her much good

Months soon turned into years

And with dampened spirits she silently stood.

A tiny nose and crooked teeth

Lack luster locks in a messy bun

She curved her lips to fake a smile

The displeasing sight made her adjourn.

The mirror showcased her imperfections

And so did the ruthless camera lens

They selectively captured what hardly mattered

But nevertheless, that made her tense.

The empty box longed for a picture

Waiting to exhibit her flawed features

But both encapsulated half the truth

Neglecting the soul of beautiful creatures.

The virtual world is a ruthless place

Implications of a bad picture are manifold

She patiently waits for a human lens

To discover her innocent heart of gold.

Believe

Cold gusty winds made the trees sway

All lay draped in their blankets, except one.

Beads of perspiration covered his forehead

The tedious task was no longer fun.

Countless stacks of books and study papers

Lay strewn across his tiny table

As all enjoyed the wintry weather

He flipped through the pages and kept stable.

Eyes tightly shut and face buried in his hands

He wished he could escape reality

With the exam date fast approaching

His mind raced with thoughts of self pity.

They say life is full of ups and downs

But the latter refused to let go of him

Struggling to keep his spirits alive

He looked up at the face not so prim.

Staring hard into the mirror

He discovered what he needed the most

A dose of inspiration and grit determination

Those pair of eyes revealed what success cost.

When the uglier side of life takes hold of you

Thoughts of self criticism constantly hover

Work for those pair of gleaming eyes in the mirror

With time, happiness and success shall take over.

Devil In Disguise

With bated breath she quietly stood

Occasional cries added to the noise

The heated argument continued endlessly

But failed to oppress her whimpering voice.

The clock hung on the plastered wall

A bomb ticking in absolute disguise

Half past midnight its hands revealed

Each second witnessed louder cries.

The cry of the woman she idolized

Tears of oppression was what she beheld

The oppressor being a roaring red flag

Like a raging bull she attacked and yelled.

Outbursts of fury lashed at the accused

Left him bitter and perplexed

Unprepared to hear the voice of change

Her courage made him further vex.

Futile attempts to extinguish the fire

Made him leave rather reluctantly

The savior stood with the suffering woman

Her proud heart pumping buoyantly.

A tight slap on the face of patriarchy

She took a stand against injustice

Raise your voice before it is late

Refuse to be a damsel in distress.

Shattered

Shadows of monotony close behind

Relentlessly followed me like my own

Days dragged at a sedate pace

Nights elapsed staring at the phone.

Once busy, now lying idle

With hopeful eyes I gazed

The loud ringing hugely anticipated

Is now a memory hazed.

Life has taken a tragic turn

The joyful ride has come to an end

Like broken glass is what I feel

Things are hard to mend.

The heart that beat buoyantly once

No longer seems the same

Afraid and timid, it does its job

Fearing the wrath of the love game.

A Humorous Dilemma

As I climbed up the never-ending flight of stairs

My head still throbbing from the cacophony

I heard someone laughing away to glory

I stopped to comprehend-was it genuine or phony?

Loud shrieks of happiness out of the blue

Followed by some moments of deadly silence

The joyous sounds hit my ears again

I concluded this not to be false pretense.

I resumed my journey up the stairs

My mind refusing to let go of the mirth

I tried shaking it off my stubborn head

But we tend to hold on to what we dearth.

The person at the other end

The source of laughter, I would say

Was he to be permanent in her life,

Or would the glory simply fade away?

The passage of time is a funny thing

You never know what games it shall play

One who seems like a live-long friend

May leave your side on some ominous day.

Let your happiness be a free bird

Scaling heights without any worry

Dependence may lead to deception

And laughter will soon turn into fury.