Soft Terror

In infancy they were a source
of motherly love and its nectar.

In youth they became the
cynosure of youthful fantasies.

Later, they provided the warmth and
softness of first love.

Now, they are a source of terror,
a soft pair about to explode!

Source: I was inspired / terrorised to write this a by a piece by Amit Verma titled ‘Exploding Breasts’ ( http://indiauncut.com/iublog/article/exploding-breasts/ ). Please copy paste the link to a google page and get to know all about ‘soft terror’.

First I learn to expect, then life taught me to accept.

I Accept

You’re gone, I know.
I accept it.
I won’t talk to you anymore
for it’s become like talking to a stone;
the warmth missing, the feelings unrequited.
I accept it.
But I always think
how it would’ve been if you’re around
when I go through something new,
each time, every time.
I can’t help it. I just can’t.
I accept it.
All that matters is that; ACCEPTANCE!