You, Me, Us

LOVE-This strange single word 
Has destroyed Me, You- Us.
It seems just an yesterday
When 'LOVE' was what defined Us.
Love was bliss, an intoxicating hope
Love was a drug,life a delirium
And we were too drunk to separate Heaven from Earth.
Love was us holding hands, bodies so close that we became One.
Love was infinite, an illusion 'forever'..
For Love was the magician's juggling show,
Which he ended with his vanishing trick.

For sometime, contentment flowed in excess
We fought, of course,We cried
But that was always us.
Life was pure euphoria
And I danced, warm, in the girdle of your arms.
Burning in the heat of desire, I forgot what misery felt like
And thought, this is how life is going to be, from now on.
Naive me! I thought such intense love is meant to last!

You forgot,too,.. so you said..your old dilapidated existence..
And then, you forgot me, you forgot US.
You forgot to love, and all the love that we always had.
Instead, with your ridiculous hatred and cold vengeance 
You scared me off.

Since you forgot me, I will try to forget us.
But every solitary moment, when you sit unaccompanied,
I will be back.
You wont forget, however much you try.
You wont forget- You, Me and Us.

Reincarnation

The cold hands of destiny 
Close upon my throat.
Squeezing. Clenching. Stringent.
My voice chokes 
As I make a last desperate attempt to scream.
I hiccup, gasping for a whiff of oxygen.
Dark. Everything around me is growing menacingly somber.
My Brain. Puzzled. Overwrought.
It fails to catch a glimpse of even the faintest ray of light.
The figures surrounding my bed slowly blurs.
I fall. Am falling. Still falling.
The vapor of Anesthesia fills my nostrils
And lulls me to sleep.
Deep. Tranquil. Deep.
Abyss. Bliss. This serene quietude suits me well.

Slowly the intoxicating charm lifts.
I sit up and look in the mirror
By my bedside; I see a new Me.
A Me I neither remember, nor recognize.
My head hits the ceiling 
As I try to get up. I feel no pain.
My heart has stopped beating
My soul lies dead on the hospital bed.
I only have my leaden body left
Bereft of everything that is humane.
Yet I need to go on
Walk. Walk an endless walk.
My internal organs have ceased to work.
And yet, I need to go on.
The now limp body rises from its sepulchre
-- That is, the one which once belonged to the one I used to call I--
Now Unnameable.
A solemn, mirthless laughter escapes its cold crooked lips.
And it walks away. A Zombie
With light, airy steps. Unlamenting.
To confront the world. The ludicrous living world.

Your Broken Angel

Down on my knees..

I look up to you

Your face seems distant..

Hazy..lost amidst the hundred faces surrounding you.

Let me in, I plead

Leave,you scorn at me and kick my face.

I know you want me to come in, I say, tears in my eyes.

You know too much,you mutter under your breath

You know nothing, you only presume,

You hiss at me, your face contorted, your cruel eyes cold like a snake.

I shiver, your coldness chilling me to my very bones.

I get up, stagger, take a few steps back.

I turn, slowly walk away, but you don't call me back.

Down the alley, my limbs are too heavy to move

My heart shattered.

I try my best to go on without looking back.

But I can take it no more..

I give in,tears wet my bed throughout the night and many more..

I try to recollect..the memories flash through my mind

The pictures clear and bright like daylight.

I question myself.

Desperate, I try to find what went wrong..

But you leave me clueless.

This is not the place I wanted to retire to

Tired, at the end of the day..

This is not the place I remember

Being so familiar with.

Fear, an inescapable fear..

I have seen it in your eyes today.

Afraid you are to let anyone know..

Afraid you are to let anyone in..

Lest they would leave it one day.

You have let me wait at your doorstep far too long

To not know what goes on.

Is that why you punish me now?

Is this what went wrong?

I know I have lost the path

I will never be able to find my way back.

Your memory haunts me every single moment I live.

I am frightened

Not for myself

But for you, for what you have become.

I know I will heal, I will find some other place to call it Home.

But, I am afraid, I doubt, you ever will.

I will remain always

Your broken Angel.

A little bit of me..unleashed

I am me. A girl. A girl you might know or might not. A girl you might relate to or might not. Average looks, medium height, medium built, short hairs, with lots of scars on my face that the teenage hormones left back, small hands, scars on my legs due to the bad habit of running about (People say girls are not supposed to do that once they grow up), small feet, nothing sexy: nothing remarkably noticeable or extraordinary or stunningly beautiful about my appearance.Rather dumb, I would say.. Except perhaps my eyes. People say I have beautiful eyes. I, though, honestly find it hard to believe. Oh, and I have a beautiful heart. I know this for sure.This might sound boastful, arrogant or over confident or whatever else you might think of. But I just know. And I am proud of it. Yes. Proud. Perhaps the only part of me I am in love with. I am quite average when it comes to studies as well. I am an introvert. Unsocial. I have the least number of Facebook friends. My posts and pictures get the least number of likes. You will rarely find me online in chat. Which is not something I boast of. But I am happy that way. I never feel the need to socialize. But I share a cordial relationship with all my mates. I don't know whether they mock me at my back. But it doesn't matter. Really. I have friends. Might be a handful. But they are great. And they adore me. Perhaps because I am always there when they need me. Some of them call me foolish or weak or meek or mockingly benevolent as I give in to their demands easily. As I rarely loose my temper. As I bear with them even when they hurt me. As I keep my mouth shut and just walk away when someone insults me. But that requires even more strength..Yes, I am strong. Very very strong. I believe in principles. Those that are scribbled on the pages of the moral science books. I had taken my lessons too seriously as a child, I guess.. I take time to open up. But if you earn my trust once, I will open all my windows and curtains for you. And I don't, or rather, can't trust easily.There are indeed a very few people I can actually talk to. I am sensitive. I get hurt easily. I cry a lot behind closed doors. But I am great when it comes to hiding emotions. I have fallen in love. I have lost in love. And have been utterly broken. But then I again, I have gathered myself and dared to fall in love once again..don't really know how,but it just happened.. that magic.Yes, it is pure magic. I am a miserable human being. I crave for love. But I am a coward. I have never been able to voice my love. Perhaps I never will. I dream. I believe in fairy tales. I believe in God. I believe in miracles. I love watching romantic movies. I cry while watching movies. Enough of this bullshit. For now. I am pretty boring. Random thoughts... I-I-I-I-I..never ending ' I 's.. probably self- centered. Yes. That is what you might call me. I am quite a confused bundle, you see..Quite defective in the real sense of the term. But I love myself. As I am. I am me.