One for goddess

The home so closed by mine is to yours
Hearts so far and distant mine is to yours
My windows the culprit and victim, why static is your smile?
Isn't it strange what Lucidity could hide
Again the melodies of jingle screeched, a false memory under the spreading massacre
I sold you and you sold me
Sometimes I peek, fearing I fantasize the untold glimpse
Easy to reciprocate what you have been tamed for ages
How little is little?
Guess why you left the question unanswered?
Forgetting who was I, an unwelcomed spectator
The neighbor of your cries, the nurturer of your broken soul
See it's the full moon night, today again the harsh hands will gamble in shadows
Yes I know you were abused and yes I precisely knew when you were beaten
Dear it hurt me too, preserve my condolences
What about praying for your tributes?
Tributes for the burning tributaries carved on your bare skin
The physical you corroded in parched acid
The sensitive me couldn't touch the randomness of untouched noise
Noise of hatred dipped in misogyny
The sweet syrup, some call the chauvinist's birthright
The craving of everything we ever craved
Lust of arousal, and the feeling to dominate
Feeling the power to empower, isn't it God who intended humans to be cruel
The cherished equality for all the opportunities to fail
Solace at solitude doesn't pain the true pleasure, so empty so estrange
The worship will follow, dear let's dance together
On the beats let the curtains rise again
Fluttering and waiving impatiently for help
Hush.... Dear, does marital rape even exists?
Alas goddess, is really peace now the adventure you seek?
Ironically it's singularity the infinity finally wishes to attain
I now don't believe in luck, neither I have faith
But I keep wearing on patience, as I have nothing
Nothing else left

By - Kshitij Sinha
30/9/2017

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