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Kumar Abhishek May 2015
A vicious tide of memories,
Swept away sand castles built on hope,
And brought about new worries,
That proved too strong to ignore,

The ones tucked away,
Somewhere deep into the abyss,
Came back to say,
A haunting tale of yesterday,

Indeed it wasn’t strong,
But good enough,
Dismissing the steps taken all along,
Indefinable & indelible thoughts,

Tonight just mend your way,
Even miniscule of act,
Let it be a disparate day,
Some sort of newfangled pact,

There lies some dark days,
Indeed the ones you hate,
An abhorrent debt that everyone pays,
A tradition you can’t escape.
Kumar Abhishek May 2015
Oh thee lord of mine,
What have you made of me,
A mere puppet of time,
Dancing to it’s malevolent tune,
An unruly malignant malice,
What’s this skin I wear,
Callous & deceptive,
A heart to perceive,
And eyes to see,
But what good are they,
If they never render peace,
Angels of commotion,
Is what they are,
Enraging the void of discontent,
Rupturing and shattering,
Orchestrating a wrecking havoc,
The fractious sense of emotions,
Rises from thin air,
Instilling the obnoxious humanity,
Coercing to care,
But caring has it’s own rewards,
Packed in alluring ribbons,
Underneath the bubble wrap,
There lays the enthralling trap,
Leaving you in pain & scarred,
Forcing to scream in silence,
In that fleeting moment,
You realise it is immature,
You can only run,
And never outrun,
But we are what we are,
For a ray of hope,
Keeping doors ajar.
Kumar Abhishek May 2015
The shimmering light of street lamps,
Pierce & tear away the darkness,
The essence of this time,
Cry out my name,
Perambulating & pondering,
Striding into the obscurity of night,
I sneer past every shadow,
From hookers to homeless,
And beggars to bankers,
From a Prince to his princess,
To the famous and the destitute,
They all come and go,
Leaving behind their footprints,
Some fade away,
While some remain,
Resonating in a world so inane,
I take the elusive walk,
With a hope to leave the mark,
But my wonted steps,
Are too trite to differ,
Slowly they get diffused,
And lost in the haze.
Kumar Abhishek May 2015
In arms of her father,
Surrounded by love,
She blossomed into a beauty,
A prized possession of her brother,
The one he handled with utmost care,

A childhood fantasy,
A sought after reality,
For which she waited long,
The man of her dreams,
Was finally there,

In that white dress,
She looked immaculate,
It was her day,
She’ll never forget that date,
Saying ‘I Do’,

Her glittering smile,
Poured out the joy contained,
Drops of pearl came out,
Oyster of excitement made it priceless,
And froze the epoch in animation,

In golden words were written,
The new chapter of her life,
Filled with love and hope,
She scaled the mountain of bliss,
Unbounded & unbridled were the emotions,

It started to Dawn,
A new day in new life,
She was now someone’s wife,
Drenched in love,
Every moment was ecstatic,

Days kept on passing ,
Hands of the clock,
Their merciless ticking,
Smothered her smile,
Burnt down her castle of joy,

Her saviour, her lover,
Eventually got bored of her,
Love got lost in the unfair transition,
In his own delirium & intoxication,
He was the devil she always feared,

He is drunk again,
Having one too many,
Abusing and choking,
Her neck is starting to chafe,
Thought with him she was safe,

Forcing himself on her,
She screams I ain’t a *****,
Holding by her hair,
He rebuffs with a grin,
Saying you are ‘Nothing More’,

From physical abuse,
To mental torture,
The crescendo of her grief,
Got stifled within,
Fading in muffled cries and silent tears,

She is now reluctant to sleep,
For she’s afraid of dreams,
The only one she nurtured,
Is now painful,
Too painful to live,

In a pool of blood she sat,
Tears leaving marooned trails,
Coming from puffy blackened eyes,
To end the pain she never sought,
Eventually took the easiest way out,

Gone are the dark spots,
And she’s beautiful again,
But now in all black ,
With eyes shut,
Laying in that casket,

Wiping away the grief,
Her daughter solemnly swears,
To live in the harsh truth,
Unlike her mother’s dream,
Who died silently without scream.

— The End —