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Gauri, a young village girl holding firm views about morals a...
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Dusting dusk full of distress,
A night came to seduce death's mistress.
Sinking its talons in the bones,
It unapologetically scraps the unbending stones.
Telling a tale of a damsel,
That now stands on darkness' chapel.
Alone she dances with her demons,
Wild, bleeding, infuriating heathens.
Her armor is full of chinks,
She bleeds heavily as my ink.
The generation will come and go,
But none will know their real foe.
Into a snowy palace, she grieves and weeps,
Retribution is what she secretly seeks.
Only God knows if she will ever succeed,
For now, her limbs are shackled in greed.
Into yonder, only love she craves,
Though her still heart rots in a grave.
I waited and waited until I couldn't anymore, in the walls of my study, burning in hatred and chaos.
In my heart I knew it was wrong, my soul screeching in distraught. My fingernails dug into the hardwood of the desk, punishing themselves for a crime that these longstanding structures were about to witness. My bloodshot eyes gazed at the portrait of Princess Sandhya who once stole my heart. She smiled at me with numb eyes, as if can read the turmoil brewing in my gut.
I was the culprit of my desires.
Pulling out the tiny chest that Karan Singh brought, I opened the lid with bated breath.
The moment my eyes landed on the small purple glass ampoule inside, I felt my throat turn dry. Perspiration coated my skin heavily and my heartbeat accelerated.
"What are you doing Rajyavardhan?"
My mind screamed in agony when trembling fingers caressed the cool glass with hesitation.
