Hope and Despair

 

 

 

 

 

Stifling her whimper once again

She sat across from him, passive

Eyes blank, emotions dead

Tears welling up

And yet, refusing to show

Would it matter

If it flowed in an uncontrollable torrent

Would it bring back what was lost

Wasn’t it better to mourn the death of what was

Instead of hope of what could be

 

Her expression etched in stone, puzzled him

Not all is lost, he wanted to scream

Yet no voice was heard

It will be allright, he wanted to comfort her

Yet he sat motionless, submissive

Would it matter

If he took her in his arms, held her close

Would it bring back what was lost

Wasn’t it better to accept t’was the beginning of the end

Instead of hope of what could be

 

Both now, sat side by side

Like they had stood side by side

All those years ago

Eyes glazed now

Memories, beautiful memories

That tied them together in a knot

Fragile yet strong

Would it matter

If they picked up the pieces, glued them back

Would it bring back what was lost

Or would the fine cracks show of the once beautiful mirror

A thought passed, “Wasn’t it better to hope of what could be

Than to despair that one never tried…..”

Destiny

Tears sting

Sliding down her cheeks

An acidic rain

A downpour washing her skin

Peeling each layer

Till her bones lay bear

Gnawed and devoid of emotions

 

Pain

Excruciating.

Relentless torturous pain

Intolerable pain.

Shudders through her body

In an insane, inane, immaculate way

 

She asks Misery

Why?

No answer.

 

Emotions raped and bare

Hope turned to despair

The journey transitions

Painfully uplifting

 

Mind is a pendulum

Not daring to stop

Why? She asks

The place it stops

Might not be the place you want to be

Is the reply

 

Strange is the way, she ponders, pensive

Where I want to go, I can’t

Where I am, I don’t want to be

Where I was, a thing of the past

With the future misting up the eyes

She asks ,”Is my Destiny a Travesty?”

 

No, it isn’t.

A journey it is

No more, no less

You are where you are supposed to be

Acceptance will free your soul

Release the agony, the pain

 

A silent scream

A crescendo starts at her core

Finally finding release,

A muffle turns into a quake

Reverberating through her body

 

Tried hard,

Yes, she has.

Sewing together memories

Of a time gone by

Or was it an Era?

Pictures, letters

Not enough

Can hold what’s inside the mind

 

Silence

Eerie silence…

 

Tears now dry

Skin barren, parched

Cracked

Kohl tracing a line

Marking her face forever

She accepts her destiny.

A Mask

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s a smile on my face

Though my insides weep

Will your memory fade

And the sun shine through

Was that a phase

That had no reason?

Is it my mind

Coz it feels like treason

 

There’s a smile on my face

As I think of you

How will I survive

I have no clue

Time will heal

I have been told

What is it then

Makes me feel so cold?

 

There’s a smile on my face

But I cannot think

Deep in my misery

I want to sink

You left me behind

Please tell me why

Couldn’t we have

Reached for the sky?

 

There’s a smile on my face

I’m in free fall

Hoping that you

Will make that call

Saving me midway

From my demise

Was it too much

For me to surmise…

Weave of Fantasy

 

 

     A poem on dreams that want fulfilment 

 

 

 

 

You asked me to weave a fantasy

Despair in my heart you cannot see

In the conundrum of life

That is filled with strife

Fantasy you want, in disguise

To take you away, I surmise

 

Reality though is such

A heart in despair cannot do much

Except agonize and empathize

Wonder and muse

In awe of your ask

And finally surrender, you think

 

A shadow of a smile

Playing on the lips all the while

Tantalizing you with hope

Hoping you can cope

Refusing to slip and give way

Saying “C’est la vie, mon cheri”