Battles within us

There are umpteen times when we stop by and wonder what the chaos and where it all emerged from. You feel engulfed and gasp for some space. It only takes a moment of self introspection and contemplation that you actually have been trapped in the momentary tumult of incoherent thoughts; sometimes unexpressed emotions. Bottled within a flow of fluid sentiments and a gurgle of pain. They twirl swiftly, sometimes stopping just to spew another gurgle of agony. We fight these battles on a quotidian basis; shuffling sentiments and unrestrained heartaches like a playful pack of cards. We build towers that come tumbling down with just a brief blow of cold air. The dreams we built were just not strong enough to hold each other together.  We decide to build another , but think better of it. We strategize to hold ourselves together, because falling apart is not what we are destined for.
Emotions and sentiments seem imprudent at the start, but they all start to make sense once they are pinned to our hearts. Tighter this time and not easily unfastened and even if they did, they are sure to leave harrowing scars.
Sometimes the battles within us are not fought alone; they are fought together.

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Signed with love

A cobweb of creases
Tentacled across the golden yellow
Parchment spread out like a map.
The overtly italicized handwriting
Looping in gracefully intricate patterns;
Like skimpy damsels dancing in unison;

Wild emotions, hysterical anecdotes,
Blissful experiences;
Crawling across the letter,
Resonating passion in every syllable.

My fingers trace the smooth words
Like a whimsical scribe
Inebriated with the narrator’s verbiage;

My throat convulses effusively
And I choke with my own tears;
As I gaze at the correspondence
That was signed with love…

Clinging on

           Sometimes,

           Words fail

               And

        Emotions speak;

        Thoughts drain

               And

       Feelings cling on

          Unanimously

             To one’s

            Dear soul;

              Actions

             Succumb

                To a

           Mysterious

               Power;

           And maybe,

           That’s what

              Is called

              As Love?

                Maybe..

Love can be strong, vulnerable thoughtful, tentative and beguiling.
We only have to choose which one of those we wish to cling on…..

The dance of innocence!

  It’s amazing how the innocence of love sails vehemently in one’s eyes.
Here’s how I have put this sublime feeling in an austere expression.

           I saw it all that day,

                In your eyes.

            The wild innocence,

            dancing gracefully

            to a virtual rhythm,

             difficult to fathom

                And perceive ,

          what your eyes spoke.

           Screaming my name,

           Screaming within me

           And  I’m left fighting

           this mental dispute

              I hope you read,

            the answer, that day.

          Whatever you may say,

            It’s this inner longing

            that I can’t contain

            within me anymore

                 I give up

             Because I’m lost,

         In the enthralling dance

         That your eyes display!
 
     
    

The Feminine Agony!

For the weekly writing challenge

(Women are often agnized as an inferior race and their ambitions and desires are suppressed in a male-dominated society.
We need to act now and shun this stereotyped thinking.
It’s now or never.)

Here’s what womanhood has to say.

Several hopes ruthlessly trampled,
Yet, I portray a self, so humbled.
A mask conceals my fragile face, beneath;
And I’m cocooned by my own immortal faith.
Trussed and rights withheld , I’m patronised;
Bitter thoughts seldom keep me agonized.
I’m left forlorn and feeling sorry,
While the frivolous men bask in glory;
I’m  the woman – a woman who seeks freedom!
Potent enough to flourish anew, my very own kingdom;
Spiking determination courses through my body;
Dressed with unaging sagacity , so gaudy!
Zillions of infants ,I’ve nurtured and nourished;
Yet nobody has ever made me feel so cherished..
I’m destined to overpower the world;
Yes, I will…some day!
For I might seem vulnerable, but my immaculacy surpasses any divine fay!