Weathered Diaries

When can you say a women is  broken? Can by force a man's empathy be awoken? Can you tell the time his morality fell? Or maybe he never changed;who's to tell? When humanity but an assemblage of mediocre lust, greed and power camouflages itself sober. Where in reality his glass is filled to the brim  with ghost of thousands of innocent scream. Should then her virtue be scored by chastity? And her body and soul knifed for an eternity. Men's vices veiled by the act of  raw chivalry and silences gleaming at her in final mockery. Revenge is heaven sweet ; I heard someone say. But what good is it to soul who's already a prey? Fountain of innocence broke and angels wept, for the unaware lost soul now in their arms slept. When is a women truly broken , you ask? why the distance and why the cold mask? Yet you bare her soul; suck out her life and even her basic rights become a strife. She's a child, a sister, a wife and a friend. Then why is breakin...

Not many street lights were on that night. The streetlights almost vintage shone out a dull yellow light underneath and under the dimmest of lights stood SHE. Who's  she now you might wonder. Well She is the inspiration of my blog today . She isn't not the brightest person I have met and  in fact foolish enough to get cheated for her compassion and easy trust in others. That particular night she wore a frilled white shirt tucked in a lemon yellow midi skirt which had water melon print all over . The smile she had was one you couldn't forget easily and surprisingly her smile outshone the light overhead. Why was she smiling? If sources was to be believed she was finally going to be proposed by  her man tonight. Her man  ,she  trailed off to 7 years ago ....... It probably was love at first sight or else how could they get into  relationship only after two weeks of knowing each other  . He wasn't the best looking guy or the smartest guy but  tha...