Raped Off Life

Draped in a black scarf, she looked across with those matching dark eyes
,She stood waiting for the bus, lone, showcasing no disguise,

Clutching a bag under her arm she sat on a bench ,Gazing into a blank space, she sat hunched with a bent,

A man from somewhere came and sat right in front of her,
Her eyes seemed suddenly alert and her movement quickly stirred,

As the man sat reading a paper unaware of her presence,
She stood up and walked away blankly, her fear devoid of any pretence,

The april heat smeared around her , even though,
She clutched the black cloth tightly, covering her senses sore,

I thought she was shielding herself from every glimpse and sight,
But her eyes had already drowned into the black, blocking every hope of light,

She sat there rocking back and forth, her lips trembling, may be uttering,
Head leaning ahead, but eyes wandering, might even be searching,

Against the black of the fabric, her skin shone brightly in the sun,
But the lining of black against her eyes, smudged throughout her face, like a burn.

The bus honked its way into the station , to an empty patch within her vision,
She stood in a flash with the noise, walked her way through the waiting crowd in unison,

Handling the crumpled ticket to the conductor, which had been hiding in her fist ,
She glanced to the ground all this time, stretching her black sleeve to cross her wrist,

I saw her last, while she looked across the window, eyes still blank,
Eyes that told a tale, of her life which was like a moth eaten plank,

So brittle, she would break any moment,
But the world would never hear her, as her soul was killed silent .

There are many like her, who are being killed everyday,
Right in their homes, with hands that bury them several times in every way,

But they still live life, in this world of love and war,
Dead for any love, and killed by the war which they lose under the sun and the stars.

A Memory

The sun was brightly adoring the fields,
the old and rusty trees lined up against the grain sheets,

The road was smooth and grey,
as i journeyed for my destination accross days,

after a couple of hours every field looked the same,
trees looked alike, steady but lame,

Cities passed, villages stirred ,
bridges were crossed and mountains were swirled,

songs played and replayed in the car,
but the journey sensed so dull than its start,

when just a peep out of the window and a lightning striked across my mind,
as i saw the broken house, its grandeur seemed to be grinned,

I stared onto it, at those rusty windows and moss covered walls,
the leaf strewn porch and the garden looking raw,

I stopped the car and walked the grubbly lane to the house,
dilapidated and left into pieces, i entered it , with the gate shreaking loud,

the place called to me ,as did the broken pots and weeds around the broken bench,
the cracked stairs , the dusty tiles as if were fullfilling my hearts lost quench,

blood rushed through my fingers, as i touched the tinted window pane,
the faded patches colouring the walls nummed my head into pain,

all of it seemed so familiar, every corner and and every shattered door,
the tilted cupboard , muddy platform, brought me images scary and sore,

my feet could not lead me out , and my memories stormed into clouds,
the wind brought warmth , but the dust clogged me into forgotten spiral rounds,

i went through the shards again and again,
and everytime they clasped into me with more strength,

i had experienced something,
but forgotten everything,

as the whirlwind took off my senses, i ran out the rocks into the open light,
my heart skipped a beat , and skin burned as i tore the urge, with a fight,

the journey began again, as i last glanced at the vacant house,
it screamed to me, and i frowned at its sight.

unforseen and irrational was my experience with the place,
who knows what relation i had, when and how, with that dwindling maze,

years passed and memories drained
but yet that warmth of the wind, still remains in some rusty part of my brain.

FOR SOME ONE I KNOW

As the music hummed in my ears,
my eyes closed and dreamed past tears,

His hand held mine, under a fine twilight's shine,
our eyes held each other forever, aloof of the time,

As we walked down the crystals of sand,
it felt like life was rejoicing in the best way it ever can,

The air danced to a waltz,
as he gazed into my face as if i were one of the twinkling stars,

His strength shielded me, his care caressed me,
as our hearts galloped together, into the sun's golden sea,

We stood apart facing our own self part,
the twinkle in our eyes jinxed into the soul, which was broken into two shards,

One was mine, like a dewdrop over a leaf,
the other was his,like a ray of sun, which fell on me , and bejeweled the leaf.

I opened my eyes, realized it was dream,
the man i loved was just across the stream,

The stream which stood us apart,
whose paths i've wandered lives together, looking for a bridge to his path.