She still smiled,
even when she knew,
life looped over her,
like a hangman’s noose.
Imagined it was a melody she heard,
in the rising cadence of a dirge.
in her laughter was the echo,
of smothered sighs, shot involuntary,
from the corked up bottle of her heart.
In a hilarious company, she languished
like a cockle in the shell.
Seemed so calm
when a sizzling inferno burnt within!
Tears, long held back
froze and hardened within her eye pits.
Now a total stranger to herself!
On the beach,
as the sunset hurled ecstasy
across the skies,
she only saw the virulent waves
lashing on the shore
and their tug, inviting.
On the way back,
with an eerie interest,
She watched water lilies,
withering away in pools and ponds!
Neither cursed nor moaned
over her soiled identity;
but wondered why only discordant tunes
now came out from her flute
on which, once her rehearsed lips
created such harmonious melody!
Under her calm demeanour,
was veiled craftily
the anguish of a life time.
Yet in pitch darkness,
counting the luminous stars
in the firmament,
a seed in wait
under furrowed lands
for the first summer shower!
This was written a few years back when I heard the sad story of a woman who contracted AIDS from her lecherous husband who was a truck driver! But she put up a brave fight! I don’t know if she is still alive. It is so sad that often innocents have to suffer in life!
(though I posted this poem yesterday, I feel there is some glitch. It is not visible to everyone, So I am posting it a second time)