Typical of me ….

I was like a flower bud, reluctant to open up
Waiting for a drop of love, for my splendor to show up
I saw in you things you showed to me
Unaware of the darkness inside, that would creep in
I gave you my hand to hold me tight
All you did was to twist it hard, at every fight
I thought you adored my tenderness
Used your charms to fool around with my weakness
I would have different hair styles to cover my swollen head
Apply different makeups to hide bruises on my face
Calling it an accident to people who gazed
As suddenly making love turned into rapes
With falling tears I crawled to the darkest place
Crying my soul out with shaking legs
All I could see with closed eyes is color red
No more could I be, comfortable in my skin
For I knew it was never love but sin
Was afraid to show my vulnerable side to people outside
Filling myself with hollows
As my bleeding veins carried tales of pain
One day
Through the broken cracks of a mirror
There was a women who stared at me
Looking into my eyes, she said
Do you have any reasons to say?
If not, then run away
Leaving everything behind, I ran to a place far away
Trimmed my hair short as there was nothing to hide
Drowned myself naked in a warm river tide
Occasionally having nightmares of him touching me
Ignored them as bad dreams
As each day, world outside welcomed me
And I turned inside to heal me
Taking small steps patiently in hope to break free
I realized, all the strength was hidden inside of me
Blinded by my own fears and burden of insecurities
I couldn’t adore beauty within me
As I no more need anyone’s acceptance
I have patience to deal with my own nonsense
For I will show only my strengths to bad intentions
And quietly meditate to heal myself


Broken girl..

With Her head half shaved
She walked through the streets
As everyone stared, she didn’t really cared
Ears full of pierced metal rings
Tattoo carved on every inch of her skin
She sang rhymes no one could sing
Her frisky red eyes dripped tears of darkness
That drew a dim line on her cheeks
She spoke words no one could speak
Though she was judged as weak
She drifted her heart, through the dust of land
As she chained it on her right hand
Her bruised neck had two dots
For it seemed she had made love with a serpent
As she walked through the streets
Of judges and confronters
Pretenders and wrongdoers
Standing like prostitutes
Selling flesh to the desperate seekers
She had her head held high
She was not the one who shy
Seemed she had kissed many their last goodbyes
She sat on the middle of a crossroad
With her chained heart resting on her lap
Looked up in the sky and said I don’t need your help
For I have fought with demons within
Leaving bloody stain behind for others to follow
For my spirit is free and not narrow
I have given my soul, if anyone wanted to borrow
Wiped tears of sorrow
For I dare you, not to help me
But thousands of faint hearts
Hiding and looking for a helping hand
I have my heart chained to right
And a tattooed left hand
Life begging me not to descend
As it’s time for me to rest
Besides the cross, beneath the dirt I dwell
For I would know the time to rise again
When crying bats shall ring the chapel bell