I swear I tried..

As I see the

Tears from the sky

Fall on the surface

Of the earth

And mostly it

Brings joy to me

But today

I m Drenched and

Hollow and

Gloomy

Because

The past

Hindered with me

As I saw the scars

Again on her face

Her cute little face

Blood dripping from it

Her eyes blood red

She all scared

By not the scars

Because she can lie

But the scars won’t lie

They will scream

About the beatings

About the slaps

About the torture

About the violence

About the victory

Of that fucking SOB

Because she chose to lie

She chose to stay mum

She chose to love him

She chose to forgive him

And by doing this

She chose Death

Not the easy soothing & immediate one

But a more grievous

Day-by-day one

And God help her with

Her slow poison death

And I tried

I swear I tried

To help her

To stop him

And it did stop

But it was just

A matter of days

And the ritual has

Again started

And its more fierce

As if the days off

Are being paid

With interest

And now all I can

Do to save my Angel

My mother

Is cry with her

And hope that

As the rain water

Gets washed into drains

Our tears will somehow

Find there way to peace

Counter clockwise moment..

I am trying to sleep staring at the ceiling of my room

Concentrating on the blades of the fan

How they are moving counter clockwise

And their peculiar movement brought back

All the hidden and long forgotten memories

It is as if I am looking on a projector

The blades of the fan not being any hindrance

I can see us talking on the couch

Laughing and teasing at the beginning

Being friends and exchanging numbers

Then talking to each other late nights

Trying to make the other smile when gloomy

Trying to make the other special

All those times of intermingled fingers

Of closeness and of intimate moments

All right there in front with the best smile

On her face and the feeling of completeness

On mine and the air filled with love and care

There were moments of tangos and dancing

And laughs and me on my knees

And she covering her face with her palm

There were moments of quarrels also

With her facing the other side

And me holding dairy milk but with vain

There were times of support also

When my Grandpa expired and she was there for me

Holding me right and trying her best to make me feel better

There were times of anger with no one letting go of ego

And not talking for weeks but just 1 sorry

1 smile was enough to make things straight

There were hugs and touches and locked lips and trust

It was US there and then a drop of tear

Rolled down from the corner of my right eye

It was like reality punched me at my gut

And all I could do was turn my side

Rub my face on the pillow

Hoping that she is happy and not going through the same phase

And not looking at the fan helped me

Avoid the past and gradually I was

Inside the blanket of sleep!!