Maladie Trahison

Maladie Trahison, a delicate beast.

On every opportunity, she harvests souls for a feast.

Her eyes, deceptive,

Her mind, receptive.

She will walk like a damsel in distress,

only, in the future, to be your mistress.

She acts docile,

only to betray you after a while.

Her smile, bewitching and her eyes, doe.

You feel like betraying the who actually loves you,

for a plastic foe.

For those scared of Roses,

for the threat it poses;

Roses have thorns but Oleander is poisonous too,

it looks so pretty, it overshadows suspicious clues.

**NOTE: translate the name from french to english**

Prelude to Love.

What is Love?

Why ask when I'll never live it?

Why reach out to figure

such emotion of a vigor?

Why confess when the betters can

and dissolve the whole delusion of a plan?

As the lines blur between "like" and "love",

we are kept wondering if the act was a bluff!

After all, what all good comes from love,

when in the end we are all heartbroken?

Losing our significant other to death,

engaging with them, their very last breath,

getting complacent, too comfortable then rejected,

not realising how this gets our life affected,

friendships lost, but at what cost?

Is this all a bonus token?

I am trying to keep my cool,

but taken for a fool!

The lines are blurring quick,

only short of a trick. 

As I am wondering how my thick of a brick

got damaged by a swing of a stick,

inside, you already were,

and thought about what you did to her,

is it okay to trust, just a bit?

I won't go far much, just a glit. 

I hoped it wasn't just my rosy tints,

but more than that, giving hints.

Toxic Masculinity.

 Toxic masculinity, does that ring a bell?

Here's a little story that isn't so rare to tell!

Why doesn't he feel like a man?

Why are we doing what we can,

to make him not feel like a trash tin,

when even he knows, he is the non-recyclable garbage bin?!

I may sound a bit radical,

but here, is anything practical?

He avoids favors,

our sadness he savours,

because he himself doesn't have any flavours...

Our expectations, he will never fail!

As every issue he causes feels like a cat chasing it's tail!

Thinks he's creating a storm of hail,

and people would line up to bail him from jail,

when not a single person would go to that trail!

Toxic masculinity, what does he gain from it?!

Thinks people, to listen to his sermons, will surely sit!

He thinks that his life is lit,

when he has already lot his integrity, every little bit!

Thinks he is courageous to say "unpopular" opinions,

when all he is doing, is scavenging for pushover minions!

But we aren't the only one caged, so is the cager!

he sold himself to a bad deal, looking for a social wager,

In hierarchy, he also wanted a stand,

for he was insecure, and thought of himself 'bland'.

Unfortunate that he is tied to the notions alike the pager,

and only thought about not his surroundings but a hollow stature.

His fake opinions, I won't validate,

just the current situation, I will state.

He always had a choice

of using his voice,

but he decided to give it up to get along with "the boys"

and play with the counterpart like they were his toys...

It's a pitiable situation to say the least,

but shutting people like him up won't cage Hatred, the beast.

Speak up, so none of us exist in a living hell!

Speak up, so none of us remember this cruel bell!

Don't be afraid!

Or this fight goes to shade!

We shouldn't strive for the winning seat!

We should thrive so history doesn't repeat!

Waiting for Rain.

Missed the rain perchance,

though dejected,

hope gave a glance.

Only felt the remnants of rain,

but it was the wind that healed the remaining pain.

The plantpots rejuvenated for the moments of future,

and the leaves experienced the fresh breath of nature.

I sat there waiting for the rain,

and felt that there was nothing to gain

but met with serendipity, bewildering my stains.

The skies tinted marigold,

was enough for my soul to be sold.

I was still patiently waiting,

waiting for the rain,

but now I wasn't afraid of losing it again.

A "Love" Story: Unsaid Words from an Unfortunate Prey.

(DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a first-hand experience.)

 He said he wants to go out with me

and how foolish I was to agree.

When I noticed his obsessive behavior,

"Don't look at others, only me,"

and the fact that he was an outright liar,

"What the others say is not true,

they are lying, what do I do? The real me is only open to you."

my life was already being incinerated by his predatory fire.

We met at an event so far,

that I was thirteen and he owned a car.

He said he loved me and wanted to guide me,

and I picked up that offer with glee.

In an interview, he was asked marriage plans,

he said he wanted to settle at fifty-five,

with his beloved twenty-five.

I should've known then that he was bad news,

but even then,

I was too young to connect the clues.

I should've known that the rumors were true,

I should've just, his offer, refused.

But when I tried to recoil,

he threatened with his life,

and that wasn't even our first strife!

He hurt me where no one would notice,

and I took it as a fleeting emotion, the anger of his.

I thought, soon, both of us would find our bliss.

In the end,

I decided to end it all

on his thirty-fifth birthday.

It was like a warning. 

No one else should fall prey.

The tree remembers but the axe forgets,

and no one should, with their life, make bets.

Oh. my dear Humbert,

you played with a Lolita who couldn't let her emotions blurt.

Unsaid Words in A Royal Ball: The Actual Victims who Fight and Win.

 A pleasure it was, to be invited to your Ball,

only to know, the motive wasn't pure at all!

Your invitation was filled with words of glee,

just so you could overflow your guest list with my enemies.

(I speculate you know where you stood,

for you thought to bring me down, not alone, perchance, you could.)

You may look at me like I'm a bundle of hay,

but, you're obsessed with me, I must say!

We both wore the same dress, you, the mimicry.

But, despite them on your side,

they knew the cat who copied.

Your smirk is filled with a conniving glaze.

but seems you forgot your surroundings with your arrogant haze.

Oh! What's wrong? You were the one who spilt the wine,

so, why are you crying?

Is it because I am fine?

My! I didn't think it through!

You had to be the victim,

for you wished to be the head of the system.

Does the color of wine suit me?

Do you finally understand the pain of them not heeding to your plea?

After all of your justification,

in the end, you are the villian filled with nothing but envy.

I am glad I came after all!

This is the first time I'm seeing your face like this, if I recall.

And you know me--

I will never miss the chance to see,

A winning battle with my enemy 

executing their actions fueled with hypocrisy.

Miracle.

PART I

Miracle, it was.

My past life must have worked for a great cause.
When you came to me to ask if I was fine,

I was having a hard time,

but I soared to Cloud Nine.

I thought of what to do,

for this didn't seem right.

I didn't deserve you,

so why should I fight?

but I couldn't stop myself

for in the end of my tunnel,

you showed me your light.

Your canvas of a mind 

had a beautiful painting.

This masterpiece must be indeed hard to find.

(The luckiest, I must be.

I stumbled upon a four-leaf Clover tree.)

I was hoping to contribute just a little bit.

A little bit was enough,

to make my mind tough

to all the adversaries that came

and make me understand the game.

You are my Number One

and your words always left me undone.

I sometimes wish I could be your Number One,

but I know myself, that's most likely impossible.

Now it's time, I left you for good.

I hope the time we spent made you the happiest you could.

Yours sincerely,

I love you dearly.

PART II

A person of a few words, you were,

but each one you said, wrapped me in a warm embrace.

You were my safest place.

A wall was always around me,

but I felt like breaking it when you first saw me.

When I finally did, you built a door--

one without a lock,

but I never felt so secure,

for it was you guarding the entrance.

The time we spent,

days, weeks, months, years,

were so precious.

When you left, they couldn't stop flowing, my tears.

Concern, it was at first,

but I didn't know, an exchange with you,

could make my emotions burst.

You are my Number One, and always will be.

After you were gone, I couldn't replace you,

no one can, as far as I see.

It was truly a miracle.

Lovingly yours,

for every step of the course.