Endless Fight

In middle of the night

I wake up in fright 

Startling in my bed

My palms turning red 

Then I exhale, a poignant sigh 

It’s the moment, my heart doesn’t lie

I silently turn towards the clock

The round structure, too busy in ticking-tock

Surrendering to the storm moving beneath my skin

I let my long suppressed desires win 

Tiptoeing like a thief, I break down into my own closet

Digging down for the abandoned box, I often try to forget

As I touch it, my heartbeat grows wild

Freezing my whole body in a jiffy, turning my heart all mild

I close my eyes before opening the box 

Charmed by your reminiscences, I give up to my heart's playful hoax

Shedding tears all night over the picture you are smiling in

Sleep hits my swollen eyelashes and in the picture, you still grin 

Rising up the next morning, I pretend to be unaware of whatever happened last night 

I am not sure when will I get over with this endless fight!

Escape

I often see her, transforming into someone else. The lady, who didn’t like changes, is now transforming. Is it for her good? Or her bad? Or life’s take. Every day she tries to be a better person, a better earner a careful individual and a lot more. She has a job to handle, a complicated side of life to deal with and of course the long sleepless nights and early morning wakeup fights.

She doesn’t check her blog often, finds out excuses to avoid writing on it. She doesn’t even read the archives of her own blog. Why? No time? Then where does her all time go? She isn’t married, has no kids to take care of and of course no friends to go out with.

Well, its tough to find out. She hits in office for 9 hours, doing something that doesn’t belong to her or sitting idle. Sometimes, she plans that how can she bring her life back on track. She tries to dig out around just to know that what makes her happy. But the threads of mind are too entangled to get answers so easily.

Bad experiences, betrayals and painful goodbyes, everything is deep buried. She knows that the answers lie there but she has no time to dig it. And, even if she digs it out, she knows that a betrayal is a betrayal by any means. And, the betrayer is always a betrayer, no second chance can help him/her to get out of this infection. So, she carefully chooses to escape all this and mend her mind towards cooking, watching some stupid TV shows and attending office, unwantedly.

I stand wondering while looking at her, Is life all about escape?