You're such a Con Artist, Disguised like a cunning Artist. You Drawn My Heart, You Lure My Heart. Made Me Love you, Made Me Trust you. You Twisted My Fate, Oh, you fickle-fiddle mistress. You Wasted My Wait, Oh, you left me idly in distress. You left me Sitting in a Hut, You kept me waiting in deep hurt. You broke my heart, You tore me apart.
Every day, I wait for you. Yesterday, I told a friend about you. Yeah, I Forgot you're just a Con Artist, Cloaked in the clothing of a Cunning Artist. I thought Your Love is Pure to me, I wish it was nothing but a cure to me. But Nay, it ain't as Pure as a crawling Snow, Neither could it cure my wound as it Grow. Crying like An Infant, My Heart kept Panting, You colored My Heart With Ugly Painting. I Fell in love with a Con Breed, My Heart is Broken, courtesy of your Greed. You Left me in A Hut You Never know am Hurt
I should Sleep But, I Couldn't You know why You always Appears And Disappear In my Dreams
Whenever I close My eyes. I saw You By my side Sitting Near, The Lakeside..
Telling me You love me And We Kiss And Hug each It was All Fun Only to wake Up And Realize it was All a Dream She's mine, In my Dream She's Never Mine In Reality Her Love Turn me Insane will I be Fine? Until I Change my Mentality
I watched shadow's twirl with the music on the ceiling. Echoes and echoes chasing each other , playing with each other like kids in the playground.
I walk slowly in the rain , lost with the silence of my mind and let these echoes decode it for me the whispery thunderous noises.
The lightning flashes upon my soul and in a split second my mind explodes with possibilities of how the poems took shape on our tongues and sometimes bounce away from our foreheads.
Just like this I sometimes fall out of words and then my feelings start stabbing my soul . They form poems and muses yet when I stuck at writing them. My eyes count rivers that looks like tears from miles away. My fingertips reeks of my childhood memories and I fall into it all .
Mom, how did we die? How did this beautiful place surrounded with flowers and trees and sun shining all the way till evening, turn into a dark place? Where did the natural elements like the plantation, water bodies and their inhabitants go? Who did this to our earth mom?
Now that I am seeing from high above, it's humans who exploited, overused and abused the nature in all its capacity. So now Mom, thehe real question isn't how did we die, rather it's how did we let things go to this point that we would be killed by the nature's wrath? @apurvascribbles
This write-up is my attempt at the challenge provided by Writer's Tolli. A huge thanks to Writer's Tolli for always providing fun and meaningful prompts.
i. At 5. He was a senior in school, 6-7 years older to me, was an apple pie for teachers. One fine day, I don't remember exactly, I was too young, maybe but his touch felt bad and he asked me to SIT AND PEE IN FRONT OF HIM.
ii. At 9. He was our cook, a nice old uncle, used to call me 'Bitiya'. One fine day, finding me alone, he slid his hand under my frock and tore my panty because I wouldn't LET HIM SEE ME NAKED.
iii. At 13. He was my classmate, was a friend, called me his 'Saviour'. One fine day, he said he'll come to my place when I am alone and rape me because I wouldn't LET HIM KISS ME.
iv. At 15. He was a guy I grew up with, his mother saw me as a daughter, used to call him 'Bhaiya'. One fine day, finding me alone at home, he wanted to teach me the Reproduction chapter, practically, because I was comfortable TO HEAR ABOUT IT FROM HIM.
v. At 19. He was a teacher in my school, pretty strict and scary, used to teach Social Sciences. One fine day, he called me to his room, locked it, held me by my waist, ogled at my breasts, and expressed a desire to spank me because I wouldn't REPLY TO HIS SLEAZY TEXTS.
vi. At 23. He was a close friend, a person I admired a lot, my dad was carefree when he's around. One fine day, he roofied my drink, came to drop me home and raped me because he couldn't TAKE MY NO AS AN ANSWER.
vii. At 24. And you ask me: why don't I trust? Darling, the scars don't even begin to show how bad the pain is, how broken I am.