Lost in the Dark

Inspired by Original Painting using Knife Strokes

Lights in the twilight had dimmed,
Glitter had given way to repose,
Ushered by a reclining face,
Which, usually nights bestow upon,
The city was soon to fall,
Into a deep slumber,

Heedless or sightless,

Of the world, of the mortals,

Who stalk out,

When the fortunate find comfort,

In silken smooth,

Warmth of shielded blanket,

While, the 'tagged' straggler,

Glows like glow worm,

Provocatively suited, 

To suit the context,

Attract to seduce,

Colored in excess,

Blushed, glossy cheeks, 

Douched in mascara,

Deepest black,

Mellifluous boody,

It is her time to rule the street,

Or, is it really ?

Ritzy cars speed by,

Each, deemed to,

Fill in empty pockets,

With coinages or currency alike,

Few tease by, some unwarry,

Of her presence,

Since partnered, 

By partner-in-crime or kin,

Although, gawk almost 

With squint eye,

For socially conditioned norms,

Appreciate straight gaze NOT !

And then, post hours of halt,

A car screeched brakes,

Almost colliding & blowing off,

Closely, by past her,

Dragged in to please,

Gratify the instincts beast-like,

Of the glutton,

Who ripped her apart,

The minimal strands of robe,

Tearing off,

Then there were,

Bruises of all sorts,

Over & done with her,

Strangled her in heart,

With a dagger sharp,

Then, hurled her past the street,

To where she belonged !

Whining in agony,

She shrieked for help,

None to heed ear,

Wilted in pain,

Until the azure up,

Silenced & cleared,

Then, she hushed,

Leaving her torso,

While the soul moved up there,

Liberated eternally,

In peace & break-free,

Chains none, 

& conditions of existence bereft !