Her Silent Cry
The day is about to end,
As lights start to dissolve,
Something doesn't seem right,
Nature had some mystery to solve...
In all darkness, a small dim light was seen,
With a silhouette of someone,
She was busy doing something,
It definitely seemed fun...
She wiped off the sweat,
From her already tensed forehead,
As she whisked the fluffy batter,
She was making some kind of a bread...
She gracefully poured the batter,
As she placed the tin in the oven,
Something seemed to worry her,
Some stories left to be woven...
Slowly the batter started to inflate,
The aroma filled the entire room,
She doesn't seem to be happy,
As she cleans the kitchen with the broom...
Some thoughts come into her mind,
As the crust starts turning golden brown,
She thinks of her fallen relationship,
She walks weakly as she starts to frown...
The oven makes the sound of completion,
As tears start rolling down,
She wipes them, and tries to keep a smile,
As she takes out the tastiest cake of the town...
She starts decorating the cake,
As she thinks of her friends,
Who came to her as lucrative pathways,
But eventually lead her astray, only towards dead ends...
That doesn't mean she messed up her cake,
She decorated it with all the care and love,
It was not looking ordinary,
It seemed like a blessing from above...
She finished it with passion,
As she had thoughts of her mental health,
She had tried to convey it to two of her gems,
Whom she considered her only wealth...
She lifts the cake and pops it in the fridge,
As she messages someone "Happy Birthday",
No one tried to find out the face behind the phone,
She was not a ball of wool to happily play...
She went to her desk,
As she checks her phone,
Seeing pictures of her friends,
She realised, she needs to graduate alone...
She still texts people with a fake joy,
She cannot stop her tears,
She wants to reach out and embrace,
She wants someone permanent, she still has her fears...
She always makes people smile,
As she is a walking fairy,
People get away with a simple thankyou,
No one tries to read her diary...
She couldn't stop crying,
As nothing she did that could ever go wrong,
She had a strong sense of depression,
That hasn't left her since long...
She is frightened by a suprise video call,
As she rushes to wash her face,
She is back with her fake smile,
She entered the call with her Godly grace...
She cuts the call,
As people talk in themselves,
She rushes to the kitchen,
To stack the utensils onto the shelves...
In all the sadness, finally sleep gets over her,
As her eyelids feel heavy,
Her cheeks are still stained with some flour dust and her tears,
As the stress gives her fatigue as a levy...
She falls on her bed,
As she recalls all the happy moments,
Her eyes start to close,
As all the trauma leaves her in torments...
In that silence of the night,
I could still hear a sound,
With nothing to give her the comfort,
She weeps in her dream like ground...
The next morning,
She again wakes up as usual,
With her free spirited attitude,
For me, this was really unique and unusual...
She can't talk about her state,
But she wants to give it a try,
Even the nature wants to listen to her,
All people notice extravagant smile, leaving behind Her Silent Cry...