plague

They had dragged her down to the dungeon,
her crime was evil they said,
betwitched as the men were....
They wanted the fair witch dead.

Her arms were battered and wounded,
her eyes hollows of death.
She cried for last trial-
one last trial before her death.

They urged her up the pyre;
They tied her up a stake.
She cried for one man's mercy;
She promised , she was not fake.

No one dared to touch her,
lest the plague befall again.
The poison would soon touch them,
and drive them all insane.

The women we standing indoors
hoping god would see.
His child is being murdered
for setting her kind free.

They danced and danced around her
chanting old verses from the sricpt.
Waiting for fire to strike her
while her women silently wept.

As the golden light was fading
and goldens flames arose.
She closed her eyes in prayer;
chanting her own little prose.

The clouds above were angry,
angry as the gods tonight.
To kill gods own daughter,
was almost a terrible sight.

Then lightening struck at the pyre
and she rose above them all.
All women ran outdoor
at last, the plague did befall.

The men who gagged and tied her,
their bodies were burning bright.
Though not from the golden fire,
but from the heavenly light.

Slowly they moved backwards
into the darkness and hell.
All men who hurt their loved ones,
their women they would sell.

They ran from the spectacle
ran fast to escape the plage.
But as plagued their own hearts were
they got hit hard instead.

Their faces had come off already;
their hands were filled with boils.
Their bodies burning and twisting;
all punishment for their toils.

They bent down in prayer,
hoping to be saved at last.
The fair witch rose above all;
now that her spell was cast.

i saw

i know i saw , yet i did not ...
what i had , yet i lost
i loved , but could not keep
thence now in pain i weep

some mother , not mine
but mother to all
i loved and loved more
spring and fall

yet my imprudent heart
wishes someday ,
i wish i knew her
some other way

i wish my mother
or not mine at all
was my mother and
not mother to all

i cried tonight,
like all other nights
thinking how much
i missed her sight

yet i will not
let go of pride
she is mother to all
thus cannot be by my side

i laughed and smlied
and wept away
on dear mother
what shall i say

you are mother of all
and mother divine
how can you be
just only mine

yet i wonder , someday
i will have you coming my way
i shall look out
hoping again
that mother dear
with remove my doubt
and hold me close
bid my tears goodbye

KHOHL

under the auburn sunlight and the rust colored twilight sky.
her jet black eyes , opened for a glimpse of the world/
she walked down the stairs , vermilion smeared on her forhead,
so bright were her eyes,in happiness? or anger instead?
her hair disheveled , her eyes laden with hatred.
too tired to resist her hearts desires
too deep beneath the funeral pyre
to be in pain, to be in fear
to be the one to always hear.
her arms full of oozing blood, her veins bursting in pain
her body ached , her vagina no more chaste,
her shame would be washed in tonight's rain.
with hope filled in her heart , and revenge in her mind
she would rise tonight , to let her being unwind
to be her at last , to be her own forever
she looked up at the setting sun, blazing its last glory
she waited for the rain to wash away her fears
to let her relive and revive what is hers
she closed her eyes , no tears would fall now
her khohl eyes would exudE only the fiery sun
her heart knew its mind tonight,her being was her own at last