Stranger She was ;from the bruised past.
A past where a lethal memory lies,
Tears roll down, demanding me.
The justice I should bestow her with.
In the dark room, she dwells.
Even the moonlight ceases to reach her;
A shadow touches my heart, questioning me,
Of the right I should have presented her with.
Sounds of her anklets,worried it seems.
The devil throws in some stale food
Hesitates she, when I’m around to gobble,pleading,
For the life I should have crowned her with.
Memory beckons from the bleak ray,I rise
To justice,right and love of life
After-all,for how many more days are left,
To die in the black hole of madness.
The shattered mirror heralds the beginning of a new life
Peace with past, forgotten present and presents the future,
I wipe my tears, the stale food no long
er is mine nor is my fate,
Coz sunlight is up for a warm welcome;
For the beautiful strong girl in front of the mirror:)