Reading

Was her favorite hobby.
Stories in his eyes.
Scared her.

Peter Pan

Never aged.
Cosmetic surgery.
Masked the growing up.
Forever.

Goldilocks

Got the bears.
"New attraction.
For today's show.
More crowds!"


P.S. The tweaked and twisted fairytales! Happy ending has a different look altogether and why not?

Happiness

Travellers souvenirs.
Decorated home.
Search for happiness.
Ongoing.

Inbox

Full of messages.
"One I longed for,
Never came."

Soulmate

"I always thought
He was my soulmate!"
He thought otherwise.

Death

She got instantly.
His amateur hands.
Used the knife.
Professionally.

Space

"You gave me everything.
But space."
Both shouted.

Hope

Those blue ticks.
Kindled hope.
"Today, he will reply!"

Buried

Under the earth.
Something very precious.
Her treasure.
Her child.

Wig

Hid her baldness.
Eyes revealed.
Her pain.
After every chemotherapy.

Crimson

Color on her lips.
Coiffured hair.
Bejeweled.
Child bride, looked scared.

Safe

Mother's womb.
"Safest place."
Decided, the girl fetuses.
Unanimously.

Shadow

She persuaded.
She followed.
My shadow.
Didn't leave me alone.

Jar

With pennies.
Saved over years.
Not enough.
For her shroud.

Villian

Controlled her life.
Ruined her future.
By keeping her illiterate.

Red Riding Hood

Acquired grandma's wealth.
With wolf's assistance.
Sharp mind.
Sharp teeth.

Rapunzel

Her hair extensions,
Deceived her lover.
Broken bones.
Broken heart.

Cindrella

Abandoned by fairy god mother.
She remained.
A maid, forever.

Blank

Her face went.
When she saw him.
"Didn't I bury him?"

Breeze

Blew away memories.
Piled like dead leaves.
Rotting away.
Everyday.

Pain

She shrieked.
Closed her eyes.
Prayed silently.
His memories,
Caused pain.

Umbrella

Sheltered her.
From torrential rains.
From verbal abuse,
No protection.

Little black dress

Very haute couture.
Worn only once,
At her own funeral.

Chemistry

I couldn't comprehend.
Getting attracted to you.
Physics became clear.

Little girl

Looked.
Those utensils,
Weren't a plaything.
But, a task to complete.

Red

Was her favorite color.
Now on her hands,
His blood.

Steps

"Ten more to go", she said.
Crutches weren't strong enough.

Discovery

He, an advanced beginner.
Me, a novice.
Discovered sex together.

Lust

Was insatiable.
He tried, couldn't control.
Bought himself a Ferrari.

Job

Was very demanding.
Demanded her dignity and shame.
Everyday.

Murder

Well executed.
No traces left.
Her self-esteem.
Latest victim.

Bottle

Contains nothing now.
Last few drops.
Her elixir to freedom.

History

Dressed in intrigue.
It beckons me.
Through arched, latticed doors.

Colors

Fought traditions.
To transform white.
In infinite colors.




P.S. This story is inspired by the news report on how Vrindavan widows broke the traditions and celebrated Holi at Gopinath temple In Vrindavan.
Unfortunately, in many parts of India widows are traditionally barred from playing Holi or participating in any other festival or auspicious functions.
This is a small, yet a very big step in breaking the orthodox traditions which have been stifling women for ages.

Photos frame

Its empty.
Like our marriage.
It is nothing but void.

Tarantula

She killed his self respect.
Everyday.
With her venomous taunts.

Supergirl

Braved the exams.
Couldn't face the results.

Flowers

Dried and dead.
Between the pages.
Her love, still fresh.

Drink

Laced with bitterness.
She left for him.
To savor.

Q & A

What does you mother do?
Sells herself, to feed us.

Rain

Rain took away.
The debris
Of my crumbling relationship.
Forever.

Clone

I met someone.
Familiar.
Realized talking to self.
Post drinks.

Religion

They asked me,
About my religion.
I said, hunger and poverty.

Love notes

Undelivered.
Lying there beneath the folds.
Dust reads them,
Everyday.

Wedding ring

Like their marriage,
Loose and ill-fitting,
Always slipping off.

Father

Who is my father?
Check the sperm donors list, please.

Companion

Bed is her new companion.
Accident brought them together.
Forever.

Superman

Saved the world.
Everytime.
Couldn't save his marriage, today.

Spiderman

His web of lies and deceit.
Ensnared him.
Forever.

Prostitute

She was lying there, waiting.
Became vulture's next meal.

Untitled

He cries.
His voice unheard.
Asylum walls.
Detached and insensitive.

Stalker

She looked back.

No one.

Whistling wind kept following her.

Books

Stacked on the shelf.
Gathering dust.
No longer connects people.

Family

They all looked happy.
Perfect smiles.
All for the photo.

lingerie

Lace, silk and satin.
His favorite.
He wears it tonight.

Hands

His hands were deft. 
They guided themselves.
Carefully.
To her neck.

Plate

Plate looked inviting.
Food was sufficient.
Their leftovers.
Her meal.

Gift

Extremely valuable.
His first word.
After ten years of silence.

Promise

He promised her stars.
Through the broken roof, promise shines.

Martyr

He came all packed. 
The trunk was small. 
Biggest sacrifice.

Makeup

Powder, blush, lipstick.
Makeup was perfect. 
To cover her bruises.

Bed

Creaky and old.
Smelly mattress.
Better than concrete, he thought.

Belt

He loosens his belt.
She quivers.
Its used again, today.