Pseudo Pledged....(Dead Without A Scar)

Her existence laid throttled beneath their shrieks and blood turned cold like never before,

She rose and fell, then fell and rose but struggled unstopabbly ...

''To be or not to be'' or to take a stand and cry out aloud,

''Look! here I am, lying like a lifeless piece of flesh, awaiting to be free ....''

Stabbing every inch like ruthless, merciless murderers...

Those bonds making it hard to breathe.

The sense of the chains tightening and being forced inside....

Those bonds which neither can she let go, nor the throbbing could be held ...

Those eyes I see melting where dreams once dwelled 

Was she in rags? 

Was she deprived of what ''we call'' the necessities of life?

Blessed with a daughter, now turned four ...

And there was the handsome betterhalf ...

Then what laid weighed her down and where were the boundaries that she couldn't afford a hearty laugh.

The dish spun around as the food scattered over,

The red bruise left unspoken as dizziness began to hover ...

That infant breathing heavily with the door opened ajar,

In her brimming eyes still widened with terror, I could still see dad pushing her far..

Fulfilling her thirst with tears and gulping down her self respect, 

Once again she rose, gathered herself and questioned this brutal fact,

Why her and always her and always her, when she unconditionally did for them...

When draped in determinatin she always fought, while they never considered her a gem.

Undoubtedly them ! for whom she cast all the pleasures to the breeze ...

And for them and only them she left those corpses to freeze.

And that house, now all blood stained ..

Where once squeals were heard.

What was this aurora that all of a sudden, all her dreams were absurd?

There was this lady with a veil of goodness,

''MOM'' she used to call her...

She pulled off her rigs with just mere words..

As if searching for how many black spots there were.

She mocked at her, while she always loved ..

And despised her while she endured..

Death flung her hands and came for her but her will had her cured.

There was this man with a hood of affection,

''DAD'' she now called him,

His hand on her head, now held her waist.

And all the lights went dim...

Never slapped his son, instead called her a'' Brothel''!

A life full of zest, now a living skull..

14 yrs....have passed today,

As she sits here so still ..

I've now turned eighteen,

So heartless with no will.

Long? now for how long she'll still deceive me,

And keep standing at the same turn where years back we've been...

Long? now for how long she'll still pretend that it's all good,

And soon it's going to be wonderful and beautiful as it should.

Telling her mind ''Just breathe it out'' ,

She started clawing for air....

And her lungs started to fight for life,

Just to get there.

Down the road with no false hopes,

Where her existence will reside ...

Love will emerge, 

A new chapter will unfold..

Embracing all night,

I'll be her hand to hold.

So, no! don't ask for how long ...

Just move on!

Stay strong!

The bonds that'll brew you with that serene essence,

Will not make you die everyday..

Nor keep your heart peeling ..

Real bonds are the once,

Where the string doesn't bind the hearts ..

But they still are there to hold each other..

While words don't pierce like darts.

And when holding hands ...

When looking in those eyes,

Life will be a beautiful fairytale..

Where there's your betterhalf with a wishful life..

And children making you happy and hale...