Flashback

Wearily collapsing on the cozy bed

Post a hectic day at work

Her fluttering eyes effortlessly shut

But, soon they reopened with a jerk.

Her tired hands lifted the raucous culprit

A look of vexation on her weary visage

She answered the call in a mumbled tone

The unwanted caller unknown to her knowledge.

Instinctive exasperation turned into shock

Upon hearing the voice at the other end

Opened the floodgates to old memories

An emotional attack she failed to fend.

The reel of memories rapidly played

Good, bad and ugly; in a single thread

The caller’s voice broke her reverie

Sparing her from further dread.

Realizing the futility of her thoughts

She quickly regained her lost composure

A wrong number as it turned out to be

The old chapters shall again face closure.

Plenty Yet Empty

Looking around with hopeful eyes

Quietly consoling her longing heart

She shifted her gaze from one to another

Trying hard not to fall apart.

Her mind recalled some legendary lines

Powerful words that made her think

“Water, water, everywhere;

But not a drop to drink.”

The puzzling site ahead of her

Resembled the famous poetic phrase

Countless people fill this world

Yet loneliness adamantly stays.

She craved to vent out her thoughts

A meaningful talk, have a good laugh

The bizarre reality of life crushed her need

Lips motionless, eyes spoke on her behalf.

As tears rolled down her cheeks

A harsh truth embedded in her head

She mended ways, revalued her needs

Strategized for the path that lay ahead.

Human companionship is a dicey thing

A balanced approach much required

The point of equilibrium remains unknown

The quest for it has left her weary and tired.

Quest For Solace

An alley stretched till the far end

Humongous cupboards standing tall

With curious eyes she searched about

For the key to solace hidden in the hall.

Shackles curbing imagination, unfastened

Pave the road to an unexplored land

An easy escape from all her worries

Problems she could no longer withstand.

Her wandering gaze took a halt

Eyes rested on a piece of treasure

She lifted a book off the shelf

A blissful sensation beyond measure.

Flipping the pages with utter care

She dreamily inhaled the scent of liberty

Her hands had hit upon a worthy fortune;

An experience that shall last an eternity.

Sombre Cycle

The ticking clock is a funny thing

Engulfs your life bit by bit

Seals aching wounds, lends a helping hand

To forget that the heart was once hard-hit.

She had come to terms with cruelties

Nasty games played by fate on her

Yet some sadistic souls exist

Joy of others far from what they prefer.

They reopened her wound without thought

Planted a seed of false expectations

Her stable mind was racing now

An open invitation to unwanted fluctuations.

Baseless expectations resemble a burning candle

A source of light in a pitch dark room

The wax structure shall soon extinguish

Leaving behind daunting darkness and gloom.

Decked Up

Head held high and a sturdy gaze

She faced the world with sheer panache

The sight revealed to the naked eye

Overflowed with buoyancy and posh.

The naïve lady was quick to learn

Hypocrisy existed deep-rooted

“Inner beauty lies above all”;

A pure truth now massively polluted.

She dresses up to hide her flaws

But true beauty lies in imperfection

The world goes by a different theory

Though followed by all, needs correction.

Call her a coward for being so afraid

To face the world in her real form

Even the healthiest of crops often die

When subjected to the cruelty of a hailstorm.

Disturbing Revelation

With misty eyes she left the hall

Head hung low like a heavy sack

Shattered spirits accompanied her

I called her name but she didn’t look back.

She left the room in utter haste

Attempting to conceal her tears

Sniveling sounds though gave away

Deeply burdened, she shut her ears.

The deathly silence was unnerving

A chilling shiver ran down her spine

When I approached the broken soul

She softly uttered that things were fine.

Words of condolence filled the air

To get an atomic message across

“Failure is success in progress”;

A small saying far from dross.

The consoling act continued unabated

 I solemnly spoke my mind

An outlandish question made me pause

Answers to it, I failed to find.

“Practice what you preach”, they say

Something which I seldom follow

This revealing thought opened a can of worms

Are the words I say simply hollow?