I am now in train in this very long journey. I am tired of seeing those monotonous faces again and again. They say that, “Sit idle and you get the devil inside”. Well they are so correct. My mind is really wandering over a lot of things, especially my past. Well this is my only hope to seek solace, POETRY. This is another piece by me about a girl whom the world has tagged “Slut”. Here’s her story…
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!”
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