Artwork: Reality by Riddhi Desai
I see a familiar face tonight,
Standing before me, she cries.
Broken into several pieces,
Only I see her helplessness.
In the daylight, she was a rock,
At twilight she rested like silt.
While she strips-off her adamant self
Only I see her confidence wilt.
A body that radiated confidence,
Seemed destroyed by self-defiance.
Lying dead on charred fears,
She shows me how she consumes her tears.
Weeping and squalling,
She seeks some help.
Looks deep into her empty soul,
Scrounging for her morning- self.
Then she cuts through the skin of her spirit,
And streams out vexation and guilt.
I see the lifeless joy that wreathes,
A scarred life, a broken dream and a smile
that sheaths.
Then I couldn't take it anymore,
She was destroying me.
I stepped back in withdrawal,
And so did she.
I fling a stone at her,
And the mirror cracks down.
Now, no more shall I see ,
My fractured self, post-dawn.
Read Geetanjali's writing on her blog here. Follow Riddhi's art at @tinyfarmstudio.