CTT: Reflections

She stood in front of the mirror and saw the reflection of her eyes

So much hurt, in there lies

She put black kohl in one eye and looked up that mirror again
While one eye looked happy, the other reflected her pain

She carefully covered the bruises under her eye

The thoughts of it only made her cry

She applied a crimson red lipstick, for it hid the bloodied red scar

Her smile seems to be lost very far

To the world, she looked happy & shiny as a star

Somewhere deep down happy is the only emotion that her heart yearned for

PC

Love Me Like This

PC

Hold my hand when I feel low

Dance with me even if if you don't know how

Keep me safe, while my demons in my head show

Love me when when I feel ugly, because of a few kilos

Kiss me while I am asleep

Hold my tight, when I weep

Listen to me when I talk my heart out

Sometimes, I might sulk and pout

I don't want you to be the perfect one

I want you to make me feel like I am the only one

They shall rise

PC: Taken on my phone on 26th December 2015 in Kerala.
It is the oldest operative Jew Synagogue outside Israel

You walk alone and feel someone follow you
The silence around it broken by the cracking of a dry leaf, like someone just stepped on it.
Your heart shall race but the pace might slow down a bit

You walk alone and hear voices.
It speaks a thousand words of valor, of war, of love, of hurt of betrayal
You wonder if the voice was for real

You walk alone but never look back as told by the locals
For they are standing, looking, waiting for someone to call
And from underground, shall rise one and all

A beautiful night

In the dark of the night

Beside me he sleeps tight

I can't sleep a wink

Neither can I blink

For I'm scared of the creatures of the dark

Ghosts, ghouls, spirits and dead souls that wander across the park

I tiptoe across my room and open the curtains wide

The room floods with the beautiful moonlight

Serene and calm it brings a smile on my face

At the beautiful moon I gaze

 The room looks like out of my childhood story book

Where the princess sleeps, moonlight beams and the angels overlook

ABCW: Veil of a Woman

I am a lamp without wicks. But I can burn you down.
I am that mothers of new-born's and brides fear.
I am the one they ward against with a black dot on their child's cheek.
I'm the reason why pregnant women are kept indoors.
I cause sisters to worry about their brothers.
I make mothers weep for their sons and I m the reason why wives want to keep their husbands away

I am the one you fear in the dark.

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I'm the one with claws and fangs.
I'm the one with power of seduction

I can turn the milk sour with my touch.
I can burn the grass to ashes.
Marshes dry when I walk on them.
Rain clouds dissipate when I raise my eyes on them

Men fall to the power of my charms
Women curse their fate

I'm the nightmare young wives wake up from.
I'm the rustle of  skirts women dread

I'm the ghoul that damns gene pools and feasts on husbands.
I carry back, every fear, every dark secret, every hushed whisper known to human mind.

My skin is soft, eyes are like pearls, my voice sounds like distant bells, the curve of my being makes men go on their knees

In real, my opaque skin, the claws and fangs are here to take them away from their women.

My name spelt aloud leads to destruction.

I'm that woman, residing in every woman.

This post is written for ABCW - V

I am not a mistake, I never was

So much to say, but no words

So many reasons to come close but, still the distance

An eerie silence prevails

So many things inside the head, so much to share but something got lost

Something inside broke

So much love, but don't know to how to express

No gain, but so much pain

Something died inside

Some words said, some unsaid

A broken heart, million shards apart

Now lonely and tired,

 Tired of being tested

Tired of saying what it feels

Tired of its innocent words being twisted

Tired of being hurt

It wants to give up,

But it beats alone, It beats for love

With a lesson learnt, its better to be a closed book, than sharing feelings with the one you love.

So many words in the eyes, pleading to be heard

Hands that are trembling, wishing to be held

A body that needs to be hugged

Tears that need to be wiped, wiped for real

I might smile,

That smile is not real

I might talk to you like nothing happened

But inside, I'm not the same

You may  have said something to end a fight

But, I know that I have lost

You may think a gazillion times that I am your mistake

You have always been my blessing

I hugged, you pushed.

I opened my heart,

you broke it

Its not just my heart, Its me who broke inside

Now, my heart will never open up. For, its scared, scared to be hurt again

Today I say,

I am not a mistake, I am real, I am pain, A pain of a broken heart

To make you smile, I would do anything even if it kills me inside.

yet again I say,

But, I am not a mistake, I never was

Half Yearly "Returns"

This post was inspired from a status on Facebook that read "

Half the year has gone by...how was the first half for everyone?

It looks as if 2012 just started..with people saying 2012 is going to be the end...last...Doom's year blah blah...We are all gonna be swallowed on 21.12.2012 so,predicted by the Mayan's.
Seems I just celebrated my birthday in January...
Its really amazing to think how time can pass by so soon...its Mid-year already and so many things have changed already

My first half of the year was weird 

Men my parents got, came with mustache and beard

People came..People went

My friends were almost absent 

Met new people..Missed old ones
Saw new places in the past 6 months 

Laughed till my stomach hurt

Cried till my tears dried 

Wanted to be a bride
Dude, for that I tried..I really tried 

Half year is down already? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
 

Thanks for everything nice that I have got..

2012 you better give me my wishes that you forgot.

Conversation

Head: Forget it Dee..You cant write a poem to save your life
Me: You must be kidding..This is awesome 

Head (sarcastically rolling eyes): Yea right

Me: Shut up head, you can never appreciate what I ever create..Ahh, look this rhymes too..Ohh am awesome

Head *talk to the hand expression*

The Mirror

Mirror...Mirror..Mirror

Mirror..Mirror..Mirror on the Wall...Who is the fairest of them all?

To this Mirror..the only one he loved was precious of them all

He has seen her grow from a girl to a woman

He has caressed her like no man ever can..

He has gasped as she stood in front of him with those long black locks

He wanted to have his fingers run through those..

He has loved those dark brown soulful kohl-ed eyes

He wanted to whisper sweet nothings in her ears

He has admired her luscious lips

He wanted to kiss them a thousand times

He is charmed by her slender hips

He has longingly gazed at the perfect breasts

He has embraced her reflection in himself

She had no idea of her admirer itself...

How he wish he could tell her

But, He is her mirror after all....

I am The Rebel

I wrote this on an evening when I was totally out of my mind and I wanted to scream my lungs out...But I sat silently for hours thinking...and words just came by...Fingers just moved on the keypad...and this poem was born

Going against society.
Breaking the rules

But why I do it,
I don't know why,
But I don’t care.

They call me a freak;
Laughing at me
From behind their masked faces.
Telling me that what i should do,
Be just like them.
Telling me that I Should not be me.

I cant be you, I am Me
I am the rebel;
Simply acting as I feel.
Saying What I want
Not changing myself
For others...for you or for anyone
I Silently laugh on their backs
Because they dunno Who I really am

I am a rebel...
I always have been...
Never truly showing
Just who I am.
I am The Rebel

A Single Girl's Prayer

Its the Holiday Season and people are praying to the Lord to fulfill their wishes for the coming year...Somewhere amidst so many prayers there is a Single girl who wants her wishes to be fulfilled this year...Eyes Closed...Kneeling Down...wearing an old ragged shorts and T-shirt

Dear God

grant me the serenity to sit through a date without cringing,

Give me courage to walk out on a delicious bad-boy

Present me with the wisdom to keep looking.

Now when I lay myself to sleep

I pray for a man who is not a creep

One who is handsome, smart and strong

And not afraid to admit when he is wrong

I pray that he is gainfully employed

Who won’t lose his cool on me when he is annoyed

I pray that he love me to no end and never ever compare me to my best friend

A man who would love my cooking better than his mother

Send me a man who would make love to my mind

Thank you in advance and now I jus wait,

For I know you will send him before its too late

Damnn it..I was planning to write a blog but this is turning to be a poetic saga….but that is that..as long as my prayers are answered….

My Little Brother

I tried writing a small poem for the person who is my biggest strength and my biggest weakness too. I love him way too much to tell him...I hate him when he hurts himself...He is younger to me but behaves like an older one...He runs back to me when he needs comfort.

THIS LITTLE POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY LITTLE BROTHER

My brother is so annoying,
My brother is so mad,
My brother drives me crazy,
It makes me want to go mad,
My brother makes my father constantly yell,
My brother makes me and my mother cry,
My brother is crazy,
My brother is nuts,

Sometimes I want to grab him,
And beat him when he hurts himself,
I know he loves me, but he never shows

My brother is my baby,
My brother is my confidante,
My brother is my advisory
My brother is my strength
My brother is my weakness

Someday I will have to leave him alone and go,
I know that day will come soon,
All I have to tell him that there hasn't been a moment in my life,
that I haven't thanked god for giving me you