It was a trap,
And she was a victim.
The hurt , the anger , the humiliation
Found outlet like a fountain.
He was the one she believed in,
A fairy tale with him she hoped for.
Assurance and hopes came in profuse.
Not knowing the male partner,
A mind most veiled and obscure
Got she trapped in the skillful trap.
Mind is a dark room.
Who knows what it contains?
Trust the other name for truth,
And she trusted him.

A glass chandelier she was
Dwindling from the silver sky,
Keen to reflect every colour of life.
But completely carried away by his spell,
Got she scattered into a million pieces.
She lost her pride and trust.
He had taken it away from her.
She had a trusting mind before,
Now that has been lost forever.
There she saw a guiding light,
But no solace and consolation.
It started moving away,
Never could she reach out that.
Some dreams are so,

They come like a cool whirl of wind.

For a moment,
Raises  our hopes to a whole new paradise
And then, leaves us there alone; aimless.
Darkness creeps, but no escape.
A tear or two rolled down her cheeks,
And she wrote with her quivering hand.
“I am sorry” to her dear and near ones
Who loved and cared her.
To a mother who forgives
To a father who suffers and sacrifices
To a sister who comforts and compremises.

Her rebellious mind flowed outward
She took the razor
And pierced her vein not in vain.
She found consolation in darkness,
She longed for death.
Wanting to leave her cursed flesh,
Wanting to free her cursed soul,
Wanting to free herself,
From this world filled with devilish race.