Thoughts to Words

I kind of had him that night. On his knees he was, with folded hands and puppy eyes. Begging for forgiveness. The sound of this man's ego breaking down into dust was euphonious. He was the inhuman sadist who stamped my tears and shot my heart with a storm. People often ask me if I am a man hater. "Lol. You know me so well!", is my fixed reply to such a sensible question. The art of sarcasm and ignorance with the appropriate usage of "lol" saves your precious time. He left me with a "feminazi" tag attached to my name. A lot of ex-boyfriends are excellent in tasks like these. When I look at him, I feel nothing, except that I pity his skull 'cause it is home to such an impotent brain. I have made peace with my past. I have become stronger than he can ever imagine. Have I forgiven him? He has my sympathy, isn't that a sign of forgiveness? Apparently, "I am a man hater". Rumours have an impressive sense of humour. Lol! ©songbriti

Love, relationships and the humungous trunk of commitment which you have to pay for if you fail. One second, did I use the words "humungous" and "trunk" just like that? I should be highlighting it with an imaginary red highlighter pen. I can smell fear vividly. Eww, it stinks and it is sickening. My phobia is tiptoeing and gaining access to my amygdala. This is a serious case of trespassing and has been happening subsequently after my first melodramatic break-up. The attractive butterflies which tickled my stomach when I fell in love; died colourless after we parted ways. Who is going to pay for the damage caused? Me. Yes, I am generous that way. I am right here paying for the ultra smart nature of my hormones. In the first place, I absolutely had no problem in leading a solitary life. I had even planned a solo trip to SuperShe Island in Finland! I did not have to bungee jump into love and experience an adrenaline rush. I invited trouble over for dinner and belly

Poetic lines poisoned, A crime spewed acid on it, Bleeding words groaning, Leading a cursed life, Sediments of fractured memories, Begging time to obliterate their existence, Can time grant them their last wish? May be it can, By being the torchbearer, And, bringing about a historical revolution. ©songbriti

Blankness is the new chaos, Ideas devoured by a black hole. Writer's block? I fear this condition is worse. I am aimless. You can criticise me, I couldn't care less, My life is nearly lifeless. I respect motivational gurus, But pep talks are not much of a help. I am intrinsically drugged with despair, A case which external forces can't repair. If and when I find a sense of purpose, In the drought hit zone of my hope, Blank pages will turn blue, Presenting you with a corpus. ©songbriti

"Are you fine?" I take four steps closer to you and you already know my answer. I hug you and I peel off the stifling layer of "Oh, I am all cool" which obstructs me from being authentic and reckless about portraying who I am. I do not shy away from crying in front of you. The white t-shirt you are wearing is soaked with my tears. A lot of your t-shirts curse me for ruining their day. I have invested the most valuable wealth in you- Trust. I trust you because I know you will not reveal my secrets even when you are in your grave. I have taken ages to trust you. All the colourful bricks i.e. trust, love and respect which makes our relationship unbreakable is kissed by your aura. This is the magic of love and trust. There is not a single problem which cannot be solved by the power of love and trust. ©songbriti