It's that bad?

Him: I had a dream.

Her: Hmm...

Him: About you.

Her. Oh! What was it?

Him: It was horrible, darling! I saw... I saw that your head was cut off and I was... I was wandering around trying to find some way of putting it together... all the while carrying the amputated head in my hands. It was terrible, terrible! Please promise me you'd stay close. Promise you wouldn't leave me.

Her: I promise, honey.

(After a 2 minute pause)

Her: So, you reckon my face is so bad you cut it off even in your dreams?

You'd rather I had a TV for my head, don't you?

Devastated

To J,

Lost self, lost me

Consumed by need

Getting hurt, Hitting dirt

No way to revert

Devastated, Desecrated

Cannot at all be vindicated

Crushed for sure

Nowhere to go

Burned out, wasted

Forever blasted

Devastated, Desecrated

Cannot at all be vindicated

Those muffled screams

Trampled dreams

Alive but dead

Unnecessarily bled

Devastated, Desecrated

Cannot at all be vindicated

Anguished and marred

Scaled and scarred

Pride bereaved

Love misconceived

Devastated, Desecrated

Cannot at all be vindicated

Emotion to emotion

No justification

Unseen and unheard

Obscure and absurd

Devastated, Desecrated

Cannot at all be vindicated

Sightless and soundless

Mindless and boundless

Disgraced, unemployed

Abnegated, a void

Devastated...

 ... because he asked.

Ask Me :)

How does it feel to be told you can’t do the one thing you believed with all your heart you could? How does it feel to give up everything for that one thing and fail at it? How does it feel to raise the bar of expectations- others’ and your own- only to fall flat on your face? Ask me. :)

FREE

(Picture courtesy: Affirmative Thinking)

 A ghostly presence,

A mere memory, an essence

And nothing more, so

That you wouldn’t know

The pain.

Whisper the words to the wind,

You would; perhaps chagrined.

An aura, ethereal I’d choose

To be. Never too close

To attain.

No arms you could hold,

No sight to behold.

A mystery, a floating mist,

No lips to kiss

Or complain.

Inscrutable, a dream

Perhaps, if that would deem

It possible to evade

You. And in shade

Remain.

A voice without a face, if only

I could be to you. So closely

Wouldn’t scrutinise each word

And I’ll be a free bird

Again.