She pressed the shiny steel blade
Into her unflinching soft flesh
Slowly but deeper and harder
Her tiny well-kept fingers shaking
But her fists tightly clenched.

She wanted to scream
But the voices in her head
Swallowed her weak cry
Her eyes tightly shut
Hoping she would wake up
In a better, and less cruel world.

She wondered why no one was there
To bade her warm farewell
To tell her it wasn’t her fault

She could feel her blood
Slowlydripping through her palms
Her mouth filled
With a taste of her tears
Her white dress slowly soaking wet.

She could see him clearly
As if he was standing next to her
She could hear the echo
Of his words and promises
Just as clearly as he had said them.

Then he had left her
Just when she couldn’t stand
Just when her world had crumbled
She needed a shoulder,
But he wasn’t there for her.

She wished she had known better
She could have taken a different path
Her life won’t be in pieces
And her heart in such agony
If only she had known
He wasn’t man enough.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes
Drew the knife from her skin
Maybe there was an answer…
Oh yes! She had a reason to stop
Her unborn baby
Her priceless gift from God.

He was neither worth a single strand of her hair
Nor a drop of her precious tears
He was just a boy
Scared to be a father
Scared to be a man
And she was a beautiful young woman
Whose life must go on…
Don’t you agree?
Coz I do.

Have we met?

Maybe yes, maybe no

But in your head

There must be an image of me.

Either real, sketchy, vague or an imagination

To some a rare gem

To others is a beautiful devil

And to you...

maybe just a facebook friend.




Maybe it’s the smiling girl

In my profile picture,

Who got your attention...

Or maybe it was that awkward update

That got you thinking.

Or maybe it’s the color of her eyes,

Or is it the long slender legs

In that party dress as she walks across the street?

Mhhh... Just maybe








You must be wondering

Why am writing all this

I would love to answer you

But I really don’t know

What my last line will be like.

So, will keep writing...





Do you ever wonder why this girl isn’t constant?

Today she is in love

Tomorrow her man is a pain on her neck,

One minute she is your friend

The other minute you are a stranger

I think i know why...

She is like you, she is human!



She may not live long enough

To defend all her flaws

Or brag about her perfections

But I can tell you a few things about her...

Some she isn’t proud of

But others she wouldn’t change

Just to please a crowd


She has a beautiful heart

To complement her warm smile

But she has a temper too

Which beats that of a betrayed woman

She is opinionated

But still a good listener.

But an insensitive word...

Hurts her like a sharp sword.





So, if you haven’t met her,

Now you know something about her

Do I need write more?

Oh yes, tomorrow i will write, and the day after

Maybe about you, or about my shoe or the trees

Everyday I will write.







C@P2013   September 4, 2013 at 8:53pm

When the night is cold

And the bed too big

I will take a moment

And recall...

Of your warm breath

And imagine how perfectly

The bed felt complete and warm.



When I walk down the street,

Wearing my favorite plaited dress

Or even my favorite cologne

I will recall...

How it felt to hold hands

Walk side to side

Laughing and smiling.



When I watch a movie

Curled up in my couch

I will recall...

How we did it together

Cuddled up like two kids

How i loved it!



When in pain

In need of a friend

I will recall...

How soft your shoulders were

How soothing your deep voice was

How easily you kissed my pain away.



When I take a walk

To enjoy the serenity of nature

I will recall....

Of the places we loved

The scenes we loved

And the things we did together.



And today, I heard our favorite song

Played it over and over

And I recalled...

How much we jumped and danced

To a million tunes

Your body close to mine

Our hearts entwined.



Then truth dawned on me

Now they are just memories

For fate has drawn us apart

And maybe,

That’s all they will remain to be

Memories in my mind.


(November 29, 2012 at 4:18pm)

BEHIND THE BIG SMILE..

There is this place in me,
Whose door is tightly shut
But strangers still trespass
Without a key nor a polite knock
Some stay, others bang the door dashing out.

There is this place in me,
Where you can touch
Without stretching your hand
Where you can draw your face
With no pen or ink..

There is this place in my heart
Where footsteps don’t fade
And memories stick like glue...
Where whispers feel like echoes.

There is this place in me,
Where pain and pleasure mix
Where walls seem concrete
Only from a distance...
But can tremble and crash
At a finger's touch!

There is such a place
Inside most of us
Have you been there?


It’s warm and safe
But those who we let inside
Tear and scatter it to pieces
Leaving it cold, scared and scarred!
Yet we cover it
With a smile or a laugh
Oh yes! there is such a place
Behind my smile.




(October 11, 2012 at 7:27am)