A Life Story

I had once loved a boy, loved him dearly,

So much so that it was blind, blind to everything,

Everything around…what he did, what people said,

What were his intensions…I trusted, trusted with all I had…..

One day, he asked me to go out with him,

Go out secretly; he said it was a surprise…..

 Yeah it was indeed a surprise, a surprise that made me see,

Opened my eyes to the reality, away from my dreams…..

And you know where my eyes opened? In a brothel,

Yes that’s right, in what people call a brothel, my eyes opened,

Opened to the reality of my dreams, opened to the warnings,

Warnings so many well-wishers had given me, only I was blind then…..

When I opened my eyes both literally and symbolically,

He smiled down at me, the same angels’ smile I had,

Had always fancied, died for now mocked down at me…..

I was lying there, with a sold tag on me, yeah sold,

Sold for may be a few lacks, to the owner of the brothel,

Well I should call him my owner too though…..

That was the beginning of the nightmare, many more,

Yes, many, many more were due to come…may be I had called,

Called for all this; I had been a trusting, loving girl,

A girl who had dared to dream, dared to think that she could,

Could have respect, love, affection…all the warning,

All the well-intended words of advice, all ignored in a zest…..

WHAT IF YOU WERE ME?

We first met on a social site, and grew to be friends,
As we were getting closer, he asked me one day,
Why don’t you upload a picture from the front? All are from the left…
I laughed and said why? Do you think the right side looks different?
He laughed too, period;
Days turned to months and we grew closer by the day…..

How Hard

As I entered the college gate, I saw them staring,
Them would mean him and a few of his friends; that was a routine,
Every day as I would come, they would stare,
At first it was pretty irritating, now I have got used to it;
Used to their staring, and well I should too,
It’s been three years, three years of the same routine…..
Today though, their stare was a bit different, a bit scary…
They were all drunk…
Almost all boys of the college were drunk today;
Given today was the last day of college and it was nothing unusual…
The looks though continued to blog me
But well, I ignored them; I knew these boys; my fathers students,
Well, they were his students, some years back at least……
As far as I remember my fathers’ story,
They were the ones, whom my father had beaten up once,
Quite badly actually, they were a troublesome cue after-all;
So all I did was ignore them; ignore for all three years…
Three years of college…
But they did not look this…scary usually…
Not this scary…