MERCILESS

The debt needs to be cleared;

I am going insane,

and to regain my sanity I need beer. 

But I have quit. 

Yet every bit;

Of my body is craving for countless sips. 

I am tired of these untimely kips,

I wanna sleep a good night sleep;

But every time I try I trip

Trip over these responsibilities that are haunting and stinkingly daunting. 

I am supposed to get married at 27

The priest said so,

It is not him but the stars have communicated this

From the heaven,

To whom we pray. 

I need to buy a house

And then a car too.

This burns a hole in my core. 

I am sore 

With no one to take care. 

No one warned me that life was going to be so unfair. 

One girl whom I fell in love with madly. 

I broke her heart, badly. 

I too was broken and shattered. 

But I couldn't reflect hence catered

to the needs of everyone. 

But 

Now I am fucking done. 

Every-time I close my eyes

I find myself screeching to be freed 

of these shackles invisible to the human cornea. 

I want my bloody narnia. 

I keep banging my fists against this wall. 

My knuckles are bleeding, I want to crawl

my way out somehow. 

This dungeon keeps getting darker and darker everyday. 

It is turning into a pit.

A pit that is bottomless. 

And I keep falling deeper and deeper 

And my loved ones are just a mere audience that is

Merciless and hopeless and clueless.

The Chemical

She used to smile more often

earlier,

now all I see is tears 

rolling down her cheeks.

Those eyes, 

God those eyes!

They had dreams In sight. 

the ones that you see 

with them wide open,

they are moist lately.

And 

the confidence 

that moved the Himalayas once

I swear

is shaken down,

broken into pieces further

reduced to ground. 

The doughty once

is now scared of her

own reflection. 

Her self belief is tarnished,

smoked and blown 

up in the air. 

The quietude screams for justice. 

The one that is blind.

She knows that she has to find

it herself.   

The question here is whether

she is ready to face the cruel world

the one that hurled

Acid on her. 

The joust will be tough,

so she better not cough.

Her confidence grew 

when her husband drew

her dreams again.

The form that was torn in the struggle

is being put together.

The self belief brew

and finally 

the smile was back.

She had transgressed the attack. 

She now smiles more often.