Whats in a rain?

Raindrops on my window pane,
Tears of joy or shards of pain?

A silent resolve or a moment mundane?
Words of wisdom or talks inane?
A blithe life or an intense bane?
A promise kept or a childhood slain?

Raindrops on my window pane,
Is it water? Is it rain?

Bouts of laughter or a lifetime of pain..

the dark night

The night was gloomy. The roads watery and wet
The winds blew, howled, whispered sweet death
Lonely streets mutely watched the dance of the leaves
The drenched dust laced homes forming their greaves

The trees shook, shivered, withered, and fell
At a distance you could sense the river swell
Lightning cracked; depicted the creator’s dismay
It all happened as a dark night to a darker night gave way

Her face ashen, she walked with ghostly pride
Unperturbed by the lashing drops, she held onto her stride
Then stopped, turned, and said a quick prayer,
Hastily glancing sideways she left; leaving it there

Hell hath no fury as the savage night turned wild
Abandoned, cheated, dead– there lay the girl child
The scent of her end nauseated the disarray
It all happened as a dark night to a darker night gave way

Total Recall

a web of words swarming her brain
her famished stomach craving a grain
worry creasing her agonized brows
never again! she took a silent vow

sleep deprived she walked the room
dreary eyes sensing impending doom
sitting on the edge; her insides screamed
a chance miracle her only dream.

it inched closer as the clock struck nine
sending chilled shivers down her stiff spine
the bile rose high and her mouth ran dry
the little girl in her just wanted to cry

clammy fists clenched in disbelief
smarmy toes wiggled; seeking relief
trembling fingers leafed through the sham
the desolate paper that was her exam.

When teenhood came knocking

Where are we?
What are we?
Why are we?
But we are…

Why to read?
When to sleep?
What the heck?
Let just sneak…

What’s the plan?
Where to next?
What to do?
But we must…

What to choose?
What’s to lose?
Why to care?
Just take a dare…

What’s the fuss?
Whom to cuss?
Who’s to blame?
Hell, not me…

Why to speak?
What to say?
Who are they?
When there’s a me?

It happened again!

Brown and staid, so handsomely made
Any inhibitions; I have now betrayed

To you I come with bated breath,
so unleash my passion and be my meth!

Searching eyes search your pack,
now there is no turning back.

Warm and wet you melt in me
unknowingly setting my soul free

Your sweetness so heightens my drive,
and the darkness makes me so alive.

Having you is not my sin
why does the voice then differ within?

You’ll go back to never come,
leaving me behind, comfortably numb.

I have fallen again for the bait.
just who on earth made CHOCOLATE??

It takes a rebel

traverses barriers and raises hell,
breaks the rules and about it yells.
scorns the facts and breaks a spell,
incites censure to be held libel.

falls off hard; subsists like a dell,
creeps and crawls and cries as well.
nowhere to go to, no place to dwell,
bruised badly; but lives to tell.

wipes away tears like nothing befell,
resurrects the spirit and makes it impel.
born to evolve; believes in chell,
winning is the dream to where he propels.

weathering storms, sows a jewel,
then spreads it like a malignant cell.
instigates change and sees it swell,
ah! success, truly sweet is your smell.

and carves a path to thus excel.
it takes a rebel

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