Broken....

The rough pillow is the only one who heeds my tears.
All the smiles that had rained on me,
today turn back and lash at me as frowns
Anger and Pain, with their jagged knives
jab at my sides,
till the wounds of yester years
bleed afresh,
the earth the only cotton for them.
Hope and Faith have dropped from me,
like autumn leaves from a tree,
leaving me bare,
naked..
Mellow sunshine dodges away from me.
The scented breeze keeps its distance.
Joy, who had once danced with me
today looks back sullenly.
The dead soles of my feet lie leaden,
too dead to moan in pain.
like my soul that lies lifelessly,
somewhere.
My lips have been sewn with fine threads’
and they ask me why I don’t answer.
Frozen I lay, with a frozen world within
waiting for the impossible warmth.
But cold hands hold me,
in a lovelessly passionate grasp.
Like a hungry boarhound, tied by a leash,
Misfortune growls at me, threateningly,
eager to sink its daggers in my flesh
My broken dreams lie in a shimmering heap,
too far away for me to see.
Were they ever there?
My flight lays at my feet,
Her wings clipped,
Did she ever soar?
Love, having danced her illusion
has now gone ahead for another prey.
I had once faced the world arms wide open
to take on anything it gave.
But today, I wail noiselessly,
at the grave of My Little World,
Unconsoled,
Unheard,
Unloved,
Unknown….