Embraced Hell

He wonders when it started, when it seemed he fell,
He fell in love with darkness, he fell in the depths of hell.
He started loving whiskey, he started loving his Saturday nights,
He hated Sunday mornings, he enjoyed his bar-room fights.

He started puffing on cigars, he started wearing cheap cologne,
He learnt to love his night life, he enjoyed his life alone.
He loved to feel the lust,  he loved to feel the burn,
He hated when she taught him, lessons he never wished to learn.

He loved her by all means, his feelings were strong,
Until the day she turned away, the day which lasted far more long.
That was the day when it started, that was the day he fell,
He wrapped his arms around darkness, he embraced his hell.

They slept in darkness, now he stays awake long past the light of day,
They learnt how to dance and then she danced his life away.
Then came a point in life, he knew he slipped off track,
He stood before Almighty, he took his life back.

He begs for her forgiveness, he remorse for all his wrongs,
He started writing poetry, he started writing songs.
He screams on the cliff, he admits he lost his control,
Burden of guilt still lurks inside him, breaking apart his vulnerable soul.

He now speaks against injustice, he now cries out for weak,
He sing songs to deaf, he hear from those who can’t speak.
He still loves whiskey, but he hates Saturday nights,
He still hates Sunday mornings, but has stopped  bar-room fights.

He still puff on cigars, but has stopped wearing cheap cologne,
He still loves his night life, but he hates life alone.
He still loves to feel the lust, but now he feels different burn,
He teaches his own life story, tells all he came to learn…

The Warrior Within

I do apologies as this was long overdue but I hope that this doesn’t effect in any way.
This one is dedicated to one of the most beautiful girl whom I’ve come across in my life. Sanaya, I hope this brings a smile on your face.

She stood at a distance unaware how amazing she was looking. The mild breeze swayed few thin strands of her long straight hair on her head which has always glorified her beautiful face. She looked in the mirror once again and satisfying herself that, that black slit looked good enough, she stepped out from her house carrying her silver colored clutch which looked decent with her bracelet. As the club was not much far, she preferred to walk rather than calling her driver.

The yellow streetlights had dully lighted up the grey-black tar road, the bright green benches with paint scraping off along its sides, the only witness to this pilgrimage of sorts. She walked as if the ground beneath her feet begged for her to glorify it with her essence. She held her head up high, as if she commanded the wind to blow only the right tresses of her hair, to make the trees bow down in front of her unparalleled beauty.

But, something was wrong, something to be blamed. This soul, who’s elegance was felt like directly blessed by heaven, who’s innocence was pure as anything and white as snow, was looked upon by hatred by passersby. She ignored all the grimace of them. She passed the patch which was lighted by pale yellow lights. But, she suddenly felt all broken when she overheard two anonymous persons talking without knowing a thing about her as one of them said, “Look at her, trying to flaunt her legs so as to seduce strangers.” She felt the earth crumbling within her feet as she heard those words. She shattered, like the thoughts in her mind at the prospect of living like she was incomplete. She kept her head down, as wind felt like cutting through her throat and her burnt skin. She stared her own shadow and thought – How could God make someone so parochial?

As she entered the club, she saw a familiar figure, approaching towards her. She passed a smile, forgetting about the words she heard 10 minutes ago, but which left an impression
on her heart like a cicatrix that will last forever. “What took you so long?”, he asked while he got mesmerized in her beauty when he saw her in that black slit. She preferred not to explain what just happened with her and how much burden of words she was carrying. She danced with him and felt all the craziness which lurked inside her all again. She became wild as what she was. They looked into each other’s eyes. He let his thumb caress her beautiful cheek and slowly glided his lips over her’s and it combusted into stardust as desire set them on fire. But suddenly, this act of love was shattered into pieces like shards of glass, as she heard people of their age talking so insensitively about her as one of them said, “How slutty she is!” This time, she completely broke down, the moment those words reached her. She barged through the door and directly headed home.

20 minutes later, he stood outside her room as the main door of house was unlocked. He knocked the door and heard a gentle click in return. The door swung open, disclosing a dark room lit by dim lights. The bed sheets lay strewn all over the place, as she stood by the door, traces of tears all over her face. “Why do they always do?”, she asked, her voice quivering.  Gently letting his finger wipe her tears, he said “Love, you’re a big girl now.” He kissed her forehead and she hugged him and cried, broken emotions and gasps, trying to soothe what was dying inside. “You will never leave me, right?”, she asked, her probing, green-eyed gaze searching the depth of his soul for any lies. “Never”, he said, despite knowing these words will be broken by her only.

That night, when he left, she sat at the corner of her room and didn’t sleep and that night, a lesson was learnt that no matter what, we shouldn’t care for those who’s only purpose is to hurt the sentiments or emotions of us. We should concentrate on our goals and should do whatever it takes to achieve our goals, our ambitions. As she was, the wild crazy person who liked to do all crazy things, the typical city girl, she learnt to stop paying attention to those having low mentalities. One who mistakes her wildness, her craziness for slutty behavior. She realized her worth that day. And only thing which was left in her life to pay attention was to achieve her goal, her ambitions which was to become a fashion model. That day, she truly realized the fighter within.

12 years later, he stood outside her room. He was surrounded by same dusty walls and musty floor. He gazed at the room, thinking where that lesson started. He sat down on the bed, sheets were tidy though, got stuck in the past and landed on the boulevard of nostalgia, reminiscing  everything while she ramp down the world…