My breaths weighed heavy on last Thursday, as if the sun crowned my exhausted chest with few rotten daisies of somnolence and anxiety, it was Jane Austen's novel in my hands but my eyes were more evident to the last kiss of two departing sparrows which I couldn't fathom till eternity.
And as I hoarded the first whip of air rushing towards my cheeks, the roses in my hands pressed over the embroidered covering and the air smelled of sweat more than smog from chimneys, for a moment it felt like clouds are walking beside me and skies are heaped with greys, rainbows are trespassers and humans are too fragile on diverged lanes.
My ribs sighed in less suffo- cation as each gaze was led out of my eyes, and emptiness chose to curl up my hairs within, narrow roads and long-brakes has taken me aback to few lost memories and withered wounds which bloomed on my skin last spring.
Uncertainties swallowed the day and the bruises hidden under the petals of my skin transpired like the bounty of nature, sailing from one bus to another I was headed up by my dreams in this journey because some days you are more vulnerable. ~Purva
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She was looking pretty As fair as the moon nitty gritty But her face was radiating fear My chances looked crystal clear
Her black dress till thighs My hormones getting sky high Her stormy hair, flaring in air I shouted with cunning smile, "Madam, where? "
"Bhaiya, just to the next building" She nodded Using the brotherzone trick, to safeguard her body But I was high on testosterone No values, no ethics, morals of a moron
I held her hand and trashed her on the road Undressed her soul, bare dignity groped I enjoyed more, the more she cried Raping her body, raping the pride
Her dress was short, wasn't my fault Dark late night, pity man's call It's good enough that she was raped She deserved it, every rapist said During the trial, I acted as if I'm the victim Short dress late night she was tripping
Hardly 4 years, then I'll be free again Life's lost for somebody else, she's in real pain