SHE

Yet another day, she seemed happy.
At least that's what everyone thought.
 How pristine, this girl was.
Everyone knew everything about her.
And she was still oblivious to herself.


Other’s said “beauty didn’t have a voice”.
But men wanted her, a voiceless pretty creature.
They had pried on her, till she was fallen
and wished till she was beseeched.
created ruckus till she had heard.

She had to put an end to the the 26 year old misery.
A decade back, she saw lustful eyes unbuttoning her sanity.
 and watched herself shiver in the shadow of moonlight.
gathering the only dignity left on the streets, she tried to move on.



Harrowing Monologue of nightmares kissed her night.
Since then she has been wandering stripped in the forest of thoughts; & has been entangled in those vines, .
She hasn't woken yet. She hasn’t spoken yet.
Night has always been a chaotic Din since then.
 The voice in her head are still very loud .
waiting to come out
just once,
maybe a last time.