Sunday, 26 June 2016

Chilly Winds and Her

Perhaps,the white cotton top  and those blue shorts were only enough to protect her from the bitter cold but it was nothing to secure her trembling soul...
The dark chilly night was the viewer of her tears,
the sea across which she squatted,
 realised her sobs,
the mangroves,
the only beholder of her wounds & the sand beneath her barefoots could even perceived about the cramps,
bore by her crunching all those relations..

Looking up to the dim foggy sky,
she wanted to shout,
cry out loud but nothing she could do like that..
suddenly she bursted out and said..

"To hell with all the boundaries
Fuck with all the relations,
All the people who were used to be my dear ones,..
You chose to let me go..
But I choose something thrilling,...

Now,just find another one to hold
Coz this soul is going to mould
In an excellent way..
And
The Rest will be only peace.." !!

The pale moon was the witness of the soul that has been transformed into soil....

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