She was my mother , my sister , my daughter
and all the other bonds one has with another, but now, she is a dead meat!
Her heart shouldn’t necessarily has to stop for her to die, it might be beating but if you will listen closely, it’s banging itself up against the horrific memory it has.
I thought I could make her feel comfortable but even Gods can not do that right now,
all you can do is pray for her to heal herself. I though talking could help, so I asked her “how she was feeling???”
She looked at me in the eye and said absolutely nothing…
I think that was the most foolish thing any one could ever ask her,
her complete silence gave chills to my bones and I got all of my answers.
May be she had lost the ability to talk, as she was crying out loud whole night and now her throat might be sore, Or may be she just does not think anymore… “that her voice matters”, since no one came, when she called all the names, she could remember…
to save her soul from getting dismantled “piece by piece”.
I guess you can never know what a burned soul might be thinking!
I watched her closely, the scars not the one on her skin, I don’t have a gut strong enough to look at those crimson red, dried with time, covered with mud and burned to the last inch wounds , I wonder… If her bones have darken too.
But all I could manage to look were the scars she held inside her heart, her mind, and her soul….
May be because I will never know how bad those are no one will ever know, like me you all will assume their depths as per your abilities to swim, you will think they are as deep as some lake but they might be deeper than an ocean.
I feel so useless, like the favourite cigarette of a dead man, kept inside his coffin which he just can’t smoke!
And just like that , all of our candles sympathy support and care will be useless to her, like the cigarette left beside that dead meat which she will never smoke.
Sinister Yet Divine . 