by Sunaina Jain
Shrouded in the loose-fitted black night dress
As a ritual, she wakes up
in the dead of night
Ah! The cobwebs, the dingy dungeon and the screams!
She crouches, creeps and crawls to the mirror side
to see herself adorned in her favourite black
“You look seductive in this black saree,” he had said.
She finds herself in the echo chamber now
The reverberations shake her deep within
That day … Yes, that day
she twinkled in the shimmer of the black georgette saree
with subtle silver-striped design on the base
The off-shoulder silver-starred blouse concealed more
than it revealed her delicate contours.
The thin clingy fabric
hugging the silhouette of her body
The silver tassels on the loose end
swaying to the rhythm of music
and caressing her bounties everywhere
An ecstasy!
He worked his mojo on her
as they downed vodka
clear as the pristine water of the ocean
An eternal, celestial slumber
And the Interval!
The two grisly satanic figures
dressed in the achromatic diabolical hues of grey
made a hasty exit.
The silver tassels silently screamed
The Queen of Seduction lost her charm.
Now she upturns the soil of her grave
in her nightmares!
All alone in a black saree!
Very Good combinations of words used and very easily understandable poem .