She

The streets were getting wet As she walked through the dark stinking alleys During the midnight hours, Feeling the soft drizzles.. Her body and mind being drenched With pseudo ecstasy, Plunging into forbidden pleasures All through the silent misty night! She could still sense The nocturnal bites on her skin, The scars and bruises all over her And the devil's wild moaning with delight! Gradually she traversed through the lanes, Gasping for a breather, As the titillating touches pierced her body, With her solitary soul burning into ashes… The broad smile still flashed on her face As she counted the pieces of gifts That she received in return, Offering her material skin To the hungry wolves howling all around, Hiding the droplets of tears rolling down From her deep sparkling eyes All through her blemished face, And thus wishing to drown into the cute smile Of her life filled with innocence That waited for her, inside the shabby room Within the photoframes, Everynight … Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri