Raven On The Willow

And the Raven said, "Nevermore"….

Conceal, but heal. Part 1

Summer, autumn, winter, spring,
Revelations did these seasons bring,
Time flew free, wild and unreigned,
Her heart went down as it was weighed.
Promises were shattered,
Tears were splattered,
Amidst the chaos she stood,
Clueless, bewildered and confused.

The Great Leveller played his part,
But alas, he couldn’t heal her heart.
Concealed, unhealed and beating hard,
She grew wild, untamed and scarred.
Truth that they did shield,
Was a day then unveiled,
No downpour ever did,
Match the tears that she hid.
Restless nights, endless prayers,
Streaming tears and bizzare nightmares,
She tried to heal,
But none did the deal.
Aimed at healing myself, this is a part of a series of poetry.


Ballad of the valiant

Daily Prompt-SING

Let me sing you a ballad,
A tale painful and haggard.
She was but, a woman of the night,
Used, paid and slept off daylight.

They came, they paid and were pleased,
But she was never heard nor eased.
They called her names,
But at night, had their claims.

When the sun goes down,
She strolls the town,
Looking for work and pay,
As she wanders down the alley.
Dark unlit corners and rotting garbage,
Never seem to faze her advantage.

Her body sheltered desire,
Her moans had them on fire,
She was for them but a whore,
And what she did was a chore.

No one knew the pain she held,
Or what beneath that skin dwelled.
She was but a creature of sin,
For them she was a chagrin.

They never knew the ones she fed,
They never knew the tears she shed,
They never knew the love she lost,
They never knew the pain she host.

She was but accused of her choices,
Detest ringed in their voices,
For they knew not the circumstance,
Nor did anyone spare a glance.

She never complained,
No one she blamed,
Neither she cried at her fate,
But stayed valiant till the date.

Strong, unapologetic and unashamed,
She did her chore unabashed.
For she knew she would be forgiven,
In the high heavens, a place she will be given.

For her final customer will be Death,
He shall not judge on her last breath,
High angels will take her home,
Where the valiant truly belong.

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Fault in our views

This blog is inspired by an incident my friend faced. I’m not going to reveal anyone’s identity or label anyone, but I feel like you people out there should know this.

This took place today when we were lazily chilling out on our phones, checking mails, WhatsApp, FB and what not. Then suddenly my friend X got an FB message from this guy, who she knows is her Boyfriend’s good friend and he happened to be my friend in high school too. We all agree on a general rule that the friend of our BF/GF is also a friend of ours and she hence gracefully replied with a hey back.

The guy went on about how he saw her during one of his exams and how she wore the same clothes on both days and asked her if she was superstitious. To which she asked if he was there for exams or to look at girls.

And she never expected him to reply with “You looked hot. Don’t let your BF know.” And ta-da. She started freaking out. She called her BF and asked him to take a look at it and to do what’s necessary.

The Guy who took a hint that she’s offended at her not replying to the comment started saying it was a joke and so on. The BF chatted on her behalf saying its not a joke, to which the other guy asked if he was the bad guy now. When the BF asked who else, The Guy replied “Both of us”. Later on we settled the issue with her threatening to block him if he doesn’t get lost.

The Guy later asked her BF how he puts up with her to which The BF replied he knows how to treat his GF. Simply putting it, he bitched about her to her BF.

Her BF was so pissed that he later on asked her to be careful when she speaks to guys she doesn’t know also calling it her fault.

But people let me bring your attention to the fact that she’s seen him couple of times with her BF and had talked to him too. She was beating herself up thinking it was all her fault.

What did she do, other than in the name of civility drop a “Hi” back to someone who she had known to be her BF’s close friend? Who’s here to blame? Well I for one who has seen the entire chat history doesn’t think my friend is the one to blame and I’m not taking sides here for I know both the accused and the victim.

So was it a “harmless flirting”? Or was she overreacting? Or was it all her fault? If you can please help sort this out, please do. My friend is here beating herself up thinking its her fault. So I assume you visionaries with far more experiences in life can help me figure out what went wrong and where.

We do teach our daughters to be sorry for too many things and blame themselves for anything that goes wrong in life, don’t we?

Of Egos and Apologies

They were twin souls,
Two peas in a pod.
They were best friends,
Until a misplaced word.
Arguments laced the air,
Venom spat at their words,
Rage, regret and pain numbed their souls,
But their egos held them back.
From then on they were just two strangers,
Strangers who shared memories,
Strangers who shared secrets,
But just strangers nonetheless….

This is just a small snippet of what goes around us everyday. We place so much trust in a person, but we hardly can let go of a wrong word that unfortunately tumble out of their lips at a wrong moment.

We are educated and informed. But we use our knowledge to misinterpret others. Too bad, we have even more bigger egos which hold us back when we know all that we have to do is to apologize. But then one day, you will see how wrong it was, but can never go back.

So keep relationships and friendships close to your heart. Stop over analyzing words. Pay heed only to actions. Because after all, actions speak louder than words. In today’s scenario, just let actions do the talking as words can carry a million other meanings…

Catching Up and Missing Out

Word prompt – Buddy

It was a spring weekend, when his 8 year old son brought him his old scrapbook.

“Look Daddy! Its you! Who is this man next to you?”

He smiled at the photo. A wave a nostalgia hit him hard.

“That’s George. He was my best buddy in middle school. We had a lot of fun back then”

“Daddy, where is he now?” The child could barely contain his enthusiasm.

“I dunno. Somewhere out there. We haven’t met in years…” The words hit him hard. His son looked at the photo incredulously.

Mathew made up his mind. That night he searched all the social media for his buddy George Mason. And soon did he find him. Living with his wife and two beautiful daughters was his old buddy George.

He dropped in a message, wishing to see him again.

The reply came next morning.

“Hello there Mr. Mathew Emory. This is Stella. I’m George’s wife. I’m so sorry to tell you this, but he passed away last year. I maintain his social media accounts to keep one last vestige of his existence alive in the virtual world. I’m sure we can meet up if you want. He had told me so much about you.”

That day, his son saw his father letting out a stray tear. That day his wife saw him weak. That day he realized that he will no longer be able to catch up with his old buddy George…..

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Vows and Woes

Word prompt – Healthy

On New year’s eve, she pledged to start a new healthy life.

She quit junk food, smoking and drinks.

Unfortunately she forgot to quit being ashamed of her body….

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So Hey,

This is me, a total stranger to the world of wordpress, here to find myself. As lame as that sounds, I want to turn myself into me. Yup, I watched Kung fu Panda 3 *insert childish grin here* . As you see, I’m a child lost in an adult’s body. With a cheery personality and a paranoid mind, I’m as lost as Alice in this world.

I used to write poems and then stopped and then started again and now, I don’t want to give it away. I want to keep writing and improve. So here I am- to read and to write. Constructive criticism welcomed.

Until the next time,

The Raven

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