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.

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.