It had been the darkest and the brightest night:
Waves of screams had rippled through the gloom,
Groans of ecstasy had echoed off the walls;
She had undone the done, and done the undone;
But never did she suspect that the childish cry
Muffled with the pleas of his pale-faced mother
Would echo off the walls, like the groans of ecstasy-

Two forms through which she had sliced her dagger
Stood in the doorway, or peeked in through the window,
Called out her name in a low, cold hiss,
As the larger form’s husband slept by her side,
As the smaller form’s father lay lost in dreams;
They squinted at her like a pair of Gorgons,
Beckoned her to their side- she shut her eyes-

Spiralling in the darkness that was her mind,
Their images flashed before her eyes;
The blood on her hand trickled down their faces;
And they called her name again, called her out loud:
Surrendering to torture, she bounded towards the river,
Dived down to the bed with pockets full of stones-
And to avenge their lost love, they showed them- again!

Tanmay Sinha