Back to the Cocoon

An uncertain heart in April’s uncertain weather
Wondered if it was just her love or their love together
The sweet romance testified against her fear
Only, making what was stark, even more difficult to bear
Those lips that had once taught her to kiss
Were abasing and spitting venom with an unmistakable hiss
That look of his eyes, which alone could make her shy
Was accusing her unforgivingly and like many a times before, made her cry
Suddenly immune to the words being spoken, memories begun to flash
When love for her, he had proclaimed, unabashed
Wasn’t it a fire from both the hearts, that led to the start
Then why did their destiny treason, why this way they had to part
Befuddling yet amorous claims, he had made, before her virgin heart
When tactfully avoiding them, was to the latter, an unknown art
And so in love, she had blossomed like a rose
Coz, to never any man, had she been so close
She danced, sang, played in this love fest
This butterfly, for a long time ensuing, was never at rest
But the fest came to an end, a bitter one though
That cut her wings and drained her off all colour and glow
She accepted the silence and dullness even though she was aghast
But it was fated coz, now music and clothes, even the mirror reminded her of the past
An uneasy and unending silence lingered on
And as the world slept on that fateful night
When she was numb, with all feelings, all fear gone
She let two sharp edges, into her skin, bite
But going against her plans was God’s favorite move
And yet again, this was just what he proved
All ties broken and not even a ‘goodbye’ was said
Even as the wrist that he’d once kissed, now bled
She wept and wept and exhausted all her tears
And knew the recovery would take more than one or two years
But a strange madness had taken over and she wondered why
Her stupid heart still beats with hope and urged her to try
But this butterfly refused to love again
To partake in this purely painful game
Her heart preferred to stay in the umbra of the past
And stay protected and invulnerable in the cocoon of her body’s cast
Still hoping that its brutal carnage was a bitter nightmare
But dying everyday at the hands of reality’s surly air
Her heart finally realized it’s incoherence with her
And so with ‘his’ one last memory, closed its eyes forever
Never to be woken again by any other man
Passing away into a final slumber still wondering ‘what was god’s plan’?

Suchita