It was a dry hot night ,
Rains had washed away
Leaving trees naked .

It was glowing ,
When you summoned me.
My heart was your slave ,
My mind a cage of
Your false love.

All I ever wanted was-
All I got was silence.
It was the same night ,
You sew the promise of
Fake future in my brain.

That night ,
You painted my body
On the canvas.
All hues- black , red and violet .

You took out your brush
And
Instead of painting,
You broke the canvas .
You let yourself on me ,
Without permission
Silencing me
With every
Opportunity you got .

You crushed my body
Like grapes.
You didn't hear my pleas ,
You didn't listen to-
The place you worshipped.
You said,
I was a temple .
Yet you mistreated me .

You wanted my moon,
Not my heart
How!
A fool I was,
To not understand this.

Not once did you ask or think
Of me.
Before destroying my temple;
My moon .

Your eyes were blinded
By the cloths of lust and power .
They had cataracts,
When you made promises.
Not once did you think
Of my broken canvas :
My now bloodied moon.
Not once did you think of
My feelings ,
You crushed me faster than paper.

Somewhere along the act ,
You turned me into ashes
You went on all night,
You tied my courage up .

You tortured my body
Like a caged bird.

You put me in different cages
You locked my brain
And threw the Keys of my soul away.

It was the same dry night ,
When you took away my moon
Leaving me in blood.

My tears fell out
Like newly made pearls,
The same ones with so much value
Yet you did not care.

You thought me as a weakling
Maybe I had become one
As I couldn't save myself
From
You,
The one person,
I loved

You tore me down
Let me rot like an apple,
Your greedy eyes
Took my diamonds away .

You gave me nothing in return
Only pain
And a bloodied moon .

-Ridhima Joshi