I Still Don't Know What To Call Thee?

I woke up with something from the night before,
The eyes puffy, The body sore.
Red nail paint spilled all over my toe,
A dash of burgundy, a mix of brown,
the strands together lay on my pillow.


Going green with envy, the mirror cracked,
It wasn't just the moment but a life that was trapped.


Mine was a morning of screaming rain-bow,
So what if it were competing with some melodramatic show?


Our rainbows went to war at once,
For the victor shall have that one last dance.

The old maids' tale came haunting by.
Deceiving Desdimona not knowing why?

The music stopped long ago
leading me to my death row.
Telling us, what we already know:
You must reap as you sow.


Divya Jha
23.08.09