A to Z Challenge 2016 – A for Alienated (Day 1)

Today marks the beginning of the A to Z Challenge, I am enthralled to join this crazy blogathon! Here is a poem beginning with the letter A. It is quite a personal piece, and I got on with it as I don’t plan on following any theme pattern particularly.  Hope you enjoy it.

Alienated,
unloved,
neglected,
Such was
the third daughter
of a proud man,
Captivated
in her emotional
stature,
She struggled
to compete
with her sisters,
fair and bright,
A delight
to her parents,
Always the last pick
Always left behind,
Why?
she wondered,
Was I adopted?
she pondered,
Her fate,
Halting,
That flicker
Of hope
extinguished,
As her own mother
ridiculed
her,
Inflicting pain,
How was she
to feel elated?
A monstrous childhood,
followed by,
Loss of
Familial love,
even in,
adulthood.

This post is also a part of 3WW (Three Word Wednesday).

Elated, adjective: in high spirits; exultant or proud.

Flicker, verb: (of light or a source of light) shine unsteadily; vary rapidly in brightness, of a flame) burn fitfully, alternately flaring up and dying down, (of a feeling or emotion) be experienced or show itself briefly and faintly, especially in someone’s eyes, make small, quick movements; flutter rapidly, (of someone’s eyes) move quickly in a particular direction in order to look at something; noun: an unsteady movement of a flame or light that causes rapid variations in brightness, a tiny movement, a brief feeling or indication of emotion.

Halting, adjective: slow and hesitant, especially through lack of confidence; faltering

Sheikh Zayed Masjid

 

I miss

the cold marble floors

of the Masjid,

The intricate patterns on the ceilings

and walls, so blue

so serene,

A small fountain

spurting cool water

where I can slump my hand in,

A place where I can reach out

To HIM

And feel his presence,

Solacing my woes

calming my nerves

in his no nonsense way,

He is All-Knowing

All-Seeing

and All-Hearing,

The ONLY one

who knows what writhes

in this dirty heart of mine,

Blackened by sins

so awry

and incapacitated?

Requiem for a Soul

How many times

Can a soul break?

How many more blows

Can it take?

Frail and soft

A core so brittle

And gullible

So pure, it shivers,

Until the poison swarms

Into the depths

Of unknown truths

And deceptions,

Cries of the darkened

And destroyed ones

Resonate and writhe

In agony,

The price paid is the loss

Of a loved one,

Not a single tear drop

Remains.

For a thousand years

 The scent of a new-born

His arms strap around

A farewell so afflictive

Tears don’t fight at the brim,

A proud father

After so many years

He’d lost count

Drinking away in misery,

His progeny changed everything

The second he laid his eyes

On the wailing infant,

Screeching for comfort

Finally, he had a reason

To exist

To care,

Protectively, he gripped her

With unknown tenderness

An instinct to lay out his life

For his blood.

The Death Tone (#7 W.O.W)

Beep Beep Beep

Buzzed my phone

Every beep

Like a bullet

Through his heart beat,

38 missed calls

IN TEN MINUTES!

His screen flashed

A death race

Is this a conspiracy?

He clutched the cold metal

Of his door handlebar

Gulping the ball of saliva

Rising in his throat

What is going on?

He wondered, if it was the end

No goodbyes and 

No kisses

Gone for good

Erased. Ruined. Forgotten.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.