She told me stories of world unseen,
In colors of Prussian blue and Viridian green.
She spoke about illegitimate affairs and tales uncanny,
About sins unforgiven and life’s blasphemy.
“Christ was fake”, she explained,
Twitching her face as she exclaimed!
Her eyes were red as she spoke with fury,
All I wanted was to know her story.
What is your faith and thoughts of lust,
She asked me about my life’s thirst.
I could barely make out, her thoughts were hazy,
For I concluded, she was a lunatic gone crazy.
Her clothes were shabby and seldom she smiled,
People told, she was insane and brutally wild.
I insisted to know how life had her so shaped,
Alas! I was dumbstruck, “She was once raped!”
2 thoughts on “ Life’s Blasphemy ”
hmm… A mind cultivates such deep thoughts when three things come together… a writer/poet, mood and solitude… something very dark and deep… very very dark…
Well all the three ingredients perfectly with me