I feel like an unsolved jigsaw puzzle today

Scattered pieces

Mismatched edges

Trying to portray a wholesome picture

Find a way

To fit the misfits

Solve me

And see

How my eyes tell a different story

As puzzling as puzzles can be


The Trojan Horse

With the strength of hordes

And brute force

Her King

Could never rule her

For with a face

Which launched a thousand ships

Her heart, priceless,

Remained unconquered

Till it encountered

A mere prince

A second son

A namesake

Of the city of love

And Her ensuing act of betrayal

Led a city to it’s ruin

While an empire got united

To right a wrong, they say

Or wrong a right, I ask

For it wasn’t for naught

That a Grecian Queen

Came to be known

As Helen of Troy.

Hello! I’m trying to provide a different outlook to myths and fables surrounding famous women, fictional and real. Would love it if you could please read my previous pieces on Cleopatra and Lady Macbeth as well and let me know what you think by dropping in a comment. Thank you!

Behind Every Man

Lady Macbeth

Evil and vile, an almost insulting smear

Cursed for poisoning her husband’s ear

For ravage and war

Never heard of before

Then pray tell me why

She went mad

trying to clean herself of blood

Why all the perfumes of Arabia

Couldn’t sweeten her little hand

Why she went to her deathbed

Shouting “Out, damned spot!”

Why she fell and ended her pathetic ordeal

Over a feeling of guilt with which she couldn’t deal

Whereas Macbeth

Ambitious and proud

Kills his King

And the friend he held most dear

For a throne of thorns

And a short lived reign

Why he sought out the witches

Hungry for power

And died defending his ill gotten gains

And yet

“All hail Macbeth!”

Poor dear

Led astray

By a woman, I hear.

Have you read my take on Cleopatra yet? I’d love to hear what you think of both these pieces. Please be so kind as to drop me a comment down below? Thanks a bunch!

Oh Joy!

And every once in a while

You come across things which make you smile

Random acts of kindness

From virtual strangers

The blooming of a little bud

After an unusually long, dry spell

The coming together of unknown people

To pull a distressed puppy out of the well

An unexpected smile and nod of understanding, telling you all will be well

The first rays of sunshine

Bursting through gloomy skies

Or the pitter patter of

An out of season rainfall

And then there’s something which really makes my day

After I’ve poured out my heart

Like spilled ink on paper

Someone from across the world

Types that he can relate.

This one’s for all of you my loves! The ones who read and take a moment out of their ever hectic schedules to drop in a kind word. You’re what keeps me going. Thank you!

The Cabbie and the Barkeep

The true measure of a man

Might forever remain a mystery

But to measure the depth

Of human misery

One needn’t look any further than

A barkeep meeting with a cabbie.

Can you even begin to fathom

The stories they would swap

Of a myriad emotions

Passing across human countenances

Visible through a mirror

Of a plethora of burdens

Lightened over the course a drink

To a sympathetic listening ear.

And Repeat

My body is a temple

A shrine to my soul

I won’t feed it garbage

And expect it to be bountiful

with my health

I won’t leave it parched of water

And look forward to glowing skin and hair

I won’t sloth around whole day

Without turning into an orb

I won’t stay awake all night

And want a head that doesn’t ache

My body is my temple

It will be what I make

Of it

What I give

Is what I will receive

Threefold in return.

My daily prayer, maybe?