Darkness
Darkness of the unfurling words
Welled like burning tar
Within me.
If only I could spit it all out
Into words, black and blood-curling.
If only beads of sweat,
Could turn into inky words
Soaked in too much brine,
Speaking truths sour and unpalatable.
Darkness of the unfurling words,
Fluttered like my mother’s sari
Casually thrown on shoulders, slender,
Which she shrugged callously
Before walking away
Just when darkness
Began to seep through my eyes
Turning its white, black,
Staining tears that dared not come.
Darkness of the clammy night,
Brought him to my bed.
In the burning blackness of his grip,
I wished the words would unfurl into screams
That choked my throat like his flesh did
Night after nightmarish night.
I wonder now,
As I did then,
If I’m just that-
Another callous sari?
Maybe because I was a child,
She thought I was lying.
Maybe because I was a boy
She thought I would be safe.
But today after his rituals,
The ones I refused to perform
She looked at me with
Tar-black eyes
And made light of my unfurling darkness
That is yet to find the light of day.
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