"All prose and poetry presented in this blog bear no resemblance to any animate/inanimate beings. These are solely figments of my very scattered imagination (at most times).
Those who do feel a close connection to what is being depicted, need to stay out of my imagination then!
Happy reading!"

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


The shame...it came first; washing away the mind's sanity.
The darkness...it came next; bringing along the insanity.

She waited in despair, no solace nor reprieve in sight.
A heartbeat away, death seemed nearer.
Mingled with pain and shame, it was a better end. Life had been unfair enough. She couldn't take in more. Nothing could have been more demeaning than being alone. Life could come to a stand-still. Her agony could end soon. Her questions, unanswered, plagued her to no end. Her aching mind overpowered her aching body. Her heart was deflated by the memory of what she had done. Pride was a fickle enemy, for befriending it would mean severing other ties.

Yet now she stood, tears streaming down her face. A thick guilt running through, racking her body, colliding with what should have been happiness...what had she just done?

*In every small alley or bi-lane of the world (no matter the country), lives a young girl who suffers from this torment. She wore her heart on her sleeve, trusted another and was abandoned in her hour of need. Her guilt will never leave her, no matter how far she pushes it; for however short a while it may have been, she was an unwed mother.