Secrets

A dangerous entity to hold onto,

You can share with some people,

Some you trust none to share,

While others you keep only with yourself.

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Jar of Empty Promises

I lay down late on my bed and reminisce,

Trying to remember the jar that you gifted,

There were times when I trusted every word;

Every syllable that came out your silver tongue,

Your words were like my balm

You could make me the queen of stars,

Let me own a bungalow in the moon-

I would believe it all, trust you with my being

The sudden irony of our situation hit hard,

Brought me back to earth;

My head hit the ground hard and I couldn’t breath,

The ache of my heart took long to dissolve,

Merely wished you to be true, when you were just a dream;

The jar filled with promises was empty.

Adam’s Eve

What am I? A woman or a simple element-

Society makes me feel like an element,

They don’t see, they leer,

I feel their eyes crawling up on my arms,

They know how to make me scream;

Laugh has been long forgotten,

I don’t even know, if it’s right or wrong,

Generations of staring down,

Now this is the rule, we follow it

But is it right?

Frigid

Welcome to Week 157 of Three Line Tales.

photo by Clever Visuals via Unsplash

So here’s the three line tale:

Frigid

Alone I stood there in the cold waiting,

It made shiver and worry for your safety,

Yet you were skeptical and measured my love for you.

Thanks to Sonya for coming up with these Three Line Tales.

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr: and this is the link to her page

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

Cousin’s Wedding

It will be fun and filled with pomp,

Entertainment at its best

People transiting in and out,

No lonely moments, no time yourself-

An Indian wedding, ready to pull you out,

Personal space will look like a satellite,

Yet there will be happiness, love and care

Arguments and disagreements will make a show,

The end probably will bring a lovely bride,

Someone on my cousin’s side,

Holding his hand forever and always.