Jaibala/ August 17, 2014/ Poetry

You list every transgression,

Each error being recorded,

Each word measured,

Nothing ever treasured,

Feels like I am on a trial,

A victim, a demimondaine even

You call me every word,

A punishment for being me,

The gray clouds just

Don’t seem to fade away.


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But just know, this is what I want to say,

Judge me, leave me, fool me, hurt me

 Throw me under the grand bus of your rites,

With closed passages and broken bridges,

Know that I will find myself every time,

Like the candle that lights up the dark,

Or shines when the wind blows,

It always glows an orange light,

In me I find sanctuary,

The asylum I need,

Reborn from the ashes

Like a phoenix,

I am proud to be me.


About Jaibala

Academically a Microbiologist, I am a Web Columnist for popular magazines and websites, Freelance Writer and a Blogger. Words define me and writing and reading compete to be the love of my life. My biggest belief is that there is something good in everything and I always looks to highlight the best in things. Creative writing is my forte.You can reach me by dropping a mail at