When my soul went discreetly quiet

When the gypsy in me

Could no longer flee

Hypocrite to myself I now seem

While strangling, one by one, my own dreams

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

I felt my soul going discreetly quiet

When people who so near

Could no longer hear

My insides tearing apart

Tiny pieces crumbling from my heart

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

I felt my soul going discreetly quiet

When friendships that were strong

Made you feel all wronged

Facades that I couldn’t break

Trust even was put at stake

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

I felt my soul going discreetly quiet

When everything around seemed hazy

Madness inside reached a new level crazy

Control on life was unheard of

Once silent waters now seemed rough

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

I felt my soul going discreetly quiet

Because your soul has a way

To make you hear which aloud you can't say  

It withers from the insides

Without making much noise

And amidst all this uprooting disquiet

You can feel your soul going discreetly quiet

Written for MagpieTales # 258

Written for PoetryJam – Silence

Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform

Awaiting its end

trapped, caged

locked up and enslaved

 in societal precincts

of do's and don’ts

of can't and you won't

vivid dreams

now buried

in gray tombstones

zest to live

cut abrupt

like an umbilical cord

existence mere so deplored

awaiting its end

to cruelty

of bitter life

and devastating loneliness

of hollow society

and vain judgments

yes, death seems prettier

than being

trapped and caged

locked up and enslaved

Idea of Heaven - 55 words

'Cuddled up on an enormous chair with a soft cushion, a cup of hot chocolate and a soft blanket to warm up the insides, favourite book in hand and reading to my heart's content without any interruptions, falling in love with the characters of the book' I replied when asked about my idea of heaven.   

Written for Picture It & Write 

Maze of Life - 100 words

She saw her three year old daughter Meera's twinkling eyes when she told about visiting a new garden. Meera's happiness knew no bounds on seeing colourful rides all around. 'Let's play and see who reaches the end first' she told her daughter pointing towards the garden maze. She sent her daughter from one end while she took another one. Later, she saw her child giggling and enjoying in the maze while she tiptoed her way out of the garden with tears streaming down her face. She knew that if she looked back, she wouldn’t have the courage to do it.

Written for the photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers