Penned Thoughts 💭

HER BIG DAY!

Red is the colour of sensuality and purity,
they say. So is my blood and soul.
Blood stained hands, you all raise with pride.

Spilling of mortality, staining divinity.

Whetted knives that carved my senses,
caged my eternity and tethered my fervour,

With manoeuvred bribe.

Pardon me, before my breath is outstripped,
by the hand entrusted on my ‘big-day’!
Entrusted in the hands of life or death- as I look upon myself.

I debrief the nous that drained my faith.

In the chalice of my life,

shackled by lies, 

flared fancies,

that fear no demise. 

Is there a forever, after the err?

With wailing heart, for dear departed.

Gone is the ceremonious big day,
Here comes yet a meaningful big day
Time too late, to bid adieu,
And you too late to grasp a final word
While she gasped her last breath.

Is there a forever,

In your wet eye,

When your child has died!

 

-----Solitary_Groove-----

        LAKSHMI S.

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