She Moved On..

Incarcerated behind the bars of time,
Marked by the allegations of the society
Chained in shackles
Buried deep in a masquerade,
Tears of helplessness beneath.

Shrieking but no one to listen
Yet a smile on her face,
She moved on..

She moved on so she could inspire,
She moved on so she could help those in need,
She moved on so nobody could see her vulnerability
She moved on, strong as ever, unwavering.

She moved on alone, in the dark,
She moved on not coz she didn't need anyone,
But coz she was tired, tired of trying, tired of being let down.

She moved on, to set her soul free
She moved on to breathe again,
She moved on to live again.

She moved on, with a smile on her face,
To create her own destiny!

No one kills me..But me!

No one kills me, but me
I am my own murderer
I wander these dark alleyways
In search of something
I don't even comprehend
I am the one who's always wrong
And no one cares
To put things right
I do not possess the finesse to confront
Yet no one bothers -
Not to accentuate my agony.
Disheartened as ever I can be
Tired of explaining myself
A fire kindles in me,
Not anyone I mean to offend
Just being innocuous -
Trying to obliterate my dark side
Coz I am no one!.
But I am me!!
I am my own murder..
As no one kills me but me...

Fettered

Am I just history, and hold no value in your life?
Sitting in some corner
Bedraggled in my tears
But you don't know it
Not that you care

Does it not show in my eyes
The pain you inflicted?
But you don't want to see it,
Compassion once flaring
Now the shards of broken dreams 
Ruthlessly stab my eyes!

I am flushed when we cross,
Enervated by the thrashings of time
Bearing the scars as souvenirs
These memories will stay forever
But then you decided to leave,
Never to return...
I am vacuous and hollow from the inside
Can't shriek or pour my heart out
Trapped in my own cage, wings chained
Left in the midst of the deepest ocean
I'll always be your little secret
Delve deep to find my originality and you go empty handed

Did not once think of my emotions
When you were so intoxicated
Just wanted to touch and taste me 
Then I was tossed aside
When I could not fulfill your needs
Like I was a piece of gibberish  to be dumped in a trash can!

This was not done to me once
But twice, thrice...
and now I have lost count,
Gone numb.
Have a sight but no sentiments to comprehend
What I have become is not my fault
I have been made this way
by the recurrent tides of time
Stripped bare of my skin
And here I lay on a cold stone,
Unfeeling and beaten
And you call me a soul-less monster
Yes! I have no soul
Because it is long gone,
Taken away from me-
Burned to leave only the ashes 
Ashes I cannot regenerate from 
Now they are gone, and so is my identity!