The Silent Divorce...

Sentences spoken..
One word not spoken..
and a silent divorce..

of masters and lives
of being and unbeing
of zillion things done
just one undone
and a silent divorce.

a life lived
of relationships built
of moments lived
just one strike at heart
and a silent divorce

of lives lived together
of smiles and laughter
of togetherness
then the vaccum
and a silent divorce

of journeys made
of places visited
of people worshiped
just one road not taken
and a silent divorce

invictus

My most favourite poem..

Something i just found myself reciting...

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

-William Ernest Henley

Severed...

Rootless lives...

parasitic existence of haustorium...
no beginning..no end...
the looks of disgust..
the angry words...discarded everywhere...


or loosened roots..that of a sapling...
a new ground....some new soil...a new maali..
a shifting of place..a change of weather..
and dried leaves....

or a xerophyte...
a cactus in the dessert... thorns..and wild...
now put into a shopping window..
 manicured..watered...withered...