Doors and Walls ( Trifecta : Week Seventy-Five )

There he stood, alone, outcast and abash, stinking from blood and rotten flesh of his brothers.

And yet all he could ever muster was pity for their apathetic souls, one that did not care for freedom or justice, accustomed to torment.

They choose to close their door rather than embrace the uprising,

But that did not cause him agony, it was the walls surrounding them that kept him awake, so strong that even death of their own kin could not crack it.

He was being crucified, so as to set an example for others .They took amusement thinking they had sought an end fitting for a legend.

He had no care to beg for mercy or feel sorrow for his end.

In his final hour, he prayed that someday they would wake up , look outside the window and get the courage to break free from their  chains ,  rise and fight  for their prerogative ,one which was practiced so freely by others .

And he would watch from heavens cheering them, and in the aftermath will welcome them in his arms.

For now, he took solace in the fact that he was dying a free man.

Broken not Bored (Trifecta Week :Sixty Five )

The dull-orange sky made her think of days with rose-tinted glasses accompanied with
 a devil-may-care  attitude , now replaced by stained-glass sharp around the edges ,
raven-black nights  ,

but at least she wasn't bored-to-death .

Home ( Trifecta Week Sixty three )

 Back then we didn’t have fire or food, but we sought after a dream seen in wake ,of having a home in a foreign land, it fed us and chanted sweet lullabies.

Seven Deadly Sins ( Trifecta week :seventy two )

Tonight she had to make a decision. Her father had organized a ball for her to choose a suitor.

She prepared herself eagerly in white strapless shimmering gown which ended in ruffles, she entered the ballroom with grace resembling an angel fallen from above, a creature aware of her beauty.

Music started playing, she was aware of the eyes roaming on her boldly and there she sat untouched waiting on her throne.

“My lady, give me the honor to dance with you “.

His voice was silky, full of pride, and eyes that gave away nothing.

Out of pure curiosity, she took his hand, he moved in measured steps, calculating his prey’s endurance.

Later ,she danced into arms of another, he twirled her eagerly, desire evident in his eyes.

Her rescue came in form of red haired man, he took her as if she was precious rare jewel and dared another man to touch her and suffer his wrath.

But, she had a treacherous heart never pleased so she drifted to arms of another, one who looked at her eagerly as if to consume her, he seemed to wish beyond his standing .

Another finally approached her hesitantly having waited his turn and eyeing others enviously, she danced with him while noticing the only man who did not approach her but keenly observed her nonetheless.

Music ended and she sat alone isolated with her thoughts.

“Have you made a decision Daughter? “.

Each tried to please her, brew alchemy in her heart, own her.

“Father, it is not in my nature to be satisfied, I deserve more “.She said callously.

The Pursuit of Happiness

Sometimes , the greatest of all battles is with oneself .One doesn't realize that we get in our own way .
So i ask of you to choose happiness everyday ,one day at a time , write a ode to yourself , throw it out to universe and let it reflect back and seep into your bones ,pursue it  till your last breath .
Good luck . :)

Singing for Vultures (trifecta week : seventy one )

“Have you ever auditioned for Broadway?” asked a mesmerized bystander.

“I am afraid not “came an unusually calm reply.

“Well, you must! You deserve more than singing in hope for charity by others, goddess muse herself resides in you, and your presence is unworthy for common man .You must let me help you .”

This petite girl gave the man a very thoughtful look and replied expressionlessly “The world doesn't care neither for art nor integrity “, they rain accolades on us like the one they reserve for strippers and in return we are expected to rip off our very souls for their amusement and yet, they are never satiated till one is left nothing more than flesh and bones “.

There was a flicker of sadness in her eyes which vanished as soon as it came.

“Big words spoken on an empty stomach .You will eventually learn “came a scornful reply.

“Here, take my card, reach out to me when your integrity is not good enough to feed you “.

“Thank you “, she took it callously.

As soon as the man was out of sight, she tore the card into pieces with rage and took deep breaths.

A limousine rolled in front of her, and the window slid down with intent of drawing minimal attention.

“Miss, you must hurry, you have a performance tonight, your team is waiting for you backstage “.

“Yes”, she seated herself gracefully on the backseat.

“Pardon me miss, but this behavior is precarious “.

She didn't reply  and he knew her enough not to expect any.

It does not please me, it is the only time I feel alive, rest is just to be relevant for those vultures .She thought to herself mournfully.