Why its still Connected?

Minutes, hours, days have passed, an year .

A full circle of pain I am about to live again.

Like Fragrance of dried rose petals, gifted by you.

Your memories come to with tiptoe.

How can I break the bond, the soulful one we shared?

The little things that you did, still bind me to you.

My love!

You still bind me to you, my love!

Flashes of memories, hitting so hard.

Gorging away my peace. 

The memory of your finger tips, tiptoeing to mine.

The soothing touch, entangling mine.

The warmth of your embrace, beneath the sheen of the cold moonlight.

The lovely words of never letting me go apart.

Rings in my ears, aching shrill noise.

Camouflaging the laughter all around.

When things are over for you, then why you still bind me to you?

Like cupid's invisible thread you make me cling to you.

Let me loose of this pain! Please I beg.

Life is no less than a living hell!

I close my eyes to run away from the fear, of being alone.

Makes me see your sparkling eyes.

Sleep is also cursed as it take me to you.

Your ignorance like nightmares makes me shout, late night.

Do you feel the same as I do? My love!

Like a wizard you have spellbound me in a dungeon.

Its floor bedded with roses, yet thorns to my feet.

You so far away from my reach.

Like a captive I am now.

Chained in your ignorant love.

An ever growing frustration its now, that how could you leave?

Were all the ties meant to be held by me? Not you?

With chords that can never be wearied.

You still bind me to you. My love!

Why do you still bind me to you? Let me loose now.

Or return back to me? I plead!

P.S. A frustration at time lost love ties it is because you want to forget but the little things that they did for you, made you feel special at the time hold you back from hating them.


Shared with Romantic Friday Writers. 

You Hide That Sorrow

Cradled in her mum's lap, a short while.
Muddled up in her parents separation.
With a painful struggled childhood she had.
But yet dreams in her eyes.


A diva in her own sense.
Beauty in her to the brim.
Laughter hides her sorrows and past.
Lipstick red her smile.


Like every girl her aspirations were high.
A family and love is what she ever dreamed of .
The voids of childhood to be filled with some mirth.
Was her only desire.


She fell in love once, twice, thrice.
But never were they true to suffice.
Exploited was her naive beauty .
Sanctity of a women's soul sacrificed.


Bruises on her soul, tears rolled down her eyes.
Yet she bore that Lipstick red stretched.
To hold her poise.
With every blow she learned to smile.


Setting an example of "Beauty with Strength"
Boldness in her own sense.
Her rouge of struggled life never faded.
Still a STAR, Sparkling in the Night sky.




P.S.: years ago i came across a biography of Marilyn Monroe, a struggled childhood, prey of this male dominated society, her beauty exploited. what she ever wanted was a happy family and a little child, the love she was derived to be completed by someone special.


many women like her wish for love and affection, but unlike the lucky ones and like her few are left deprived, a prey to male's lust.


This is a dedication to the Diva.

Shared with Magpie Tales: Mag 97 and with Poets United: Poetry Pantry 81.