Preethi Chandrashekar

The twilight turned ashy grey,
Jet black with shining stars,
Worn out by the rigors of the day,
I retired to bed, unreachable depths,
Eyes curtained by the lids,
Pulled to deep slumber, absorbed and entangled;

As minutes turned to hours,
Trapped in the formidable world,
I woke up with a jerk, wobbling,
Saw a blurred figure of a lady;
No...AN ANGEL with glorious fortune smile,

Astonished and captured by her divinity and limpid eyes,
I gazed with my eyes wide open,
The doors ajar and windows shut,
She bringing in a nebulous atmosphere,
For she was no mortal woman,
Her pursed lips ready to reveal
The glimpse of her turmoil,
Ready for an arpeggio;

With poise and divine voice asked she,
'DO YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE?
Nobody had qualms in watching,
The spectacle of my bottlenecks,
The tussles of my life,
Octopused and crushed in the hands of fate,
My innocence humiliated in the turpitude of the world,

Suppressed, downcast and trampled,
My life ripped away by beasts,
They laughed when i cried,
My cries went unheeded,
Dreams and thoughts burnt alive,
BLOOMING BUD FROZEN TO DEATH,
My child left with bleak future,
As SHE SHARED MY GENDER;

Now my tortured soul in heaven,
In eternal tranquility,
I chose not to reveal
But you endowed with my gender,
Should rise and rock the universe,
With the weapon of RENNAISSANCE,
Should touch the sky with vigour and power; '

Said I,
'Let your feet touch upon the earth again,
You will be a panacea to all this suffering,
Unfold and speak up with divine strength,
Unveil your mask and rise again'


She vanished like a lightening,
TO BE REBORN AGAIN,
With perseverance as vast as this space.