February 11th, 2017
Mysterious Old Woman
Last night, I dreamt of a woman…
A coward shaky old Woman,
The meadow of Rusty, Wrinkly, Flaky skin…
Dusty debris under plenty of folds,
Bulging eyeballs in a well of darkness,
A soft tilted nose bridge,
Underneath it, is a Curvy silent saddened lips..
Uttering nothing, but an apparent mystery..
Also the tiredness of ruthless life,
Was evident from her deep sighs….
She was nothing but a present misery..
As if flashing back to the memory,
Where All she did was not for self,
Pouring her emotions only for world
And What a World !!!
Left her at a place of “Nobody”…
In the phase of seeking sympathy …
She is in the quilt of desert,
Where few drops of guilt left with hazard
I was scared, I was shattered…
As I woke up…
Oh, it was a dream….. left me crackled !!
Next morning, I looked into the mirror,
With an aim to save this woman,
Miserable, Lost and drowsy woman !!
I wore the makeup, darkened my lips
Promised myself to beat the wind,
I will save You, sure will do !!
Embrace the journey of life
No matter what it takes…
I would never live a life,
Which the old woman entailed !!!