The Diary Of A Rape Survivor

The memories of my ghostly past,

Are slowly crystallising

Out of an abyss.

Contemplations of a yesterday's dusk,

Now nothing more than grotesque scintillations,

Teach me, the merciless supremacy of time.

Those dazzling memories of a bright sunset

Knock my door today,

On this darkest dawn of my life.

Travelling through which to the yesteryear's sunset,

I find myself strolling through the bushes

Ahead the isolated corners of streets,

Passing by the materialisations of miracles.

The glimmering evening dews, reflecting universe's macrocosm

From delicate curvatures.

The Bougainvillea vines, intertwined amorously

Teaching us the eternity of love.

And then the devil's ivy,

Tranquilising to the senses,

Yet giving chimeras of a sinister foreboding!

But the sun soon hid behind the darkening horizon

And the skies oranged in shades of multitude.

With the fading brightness,

My vehemence too turned into darker emotions,

And left me much before the sun did.

Suddenly I saw few pairs of eyes

Gazing at me through sea of vice.

My mind sped through uncountable predictions,

And cataclysmic fears poured through my insides.

And then in the split of a second.. it happened.

Through the deafening silence they tore together,

Like satanic souls dripping with indomitable lust..

They shoved me down to the naked earth,

And the dusk crept behind the infinite stretch of dark,

Probably unable to see the vicious play.

The sky looked at me with its stony eyes

Mocking at me in silent smiles.

The fears swam up through my entire skin

In form of fiery fumes,

Condensing in my eyes like raging tears.

My virginity was played with for an hour;

While time took rest to a deadening halt

With each second stretching to infinity.

And from the depth of my heart,

I cried for the last time................................

Months passed,

Hanging between the ether of life and death..

As I open my eyes today,

The darkest dawn of my life.

My head still swirls,

My nerves strain,

And my throat pains, as after an hour-long shout..

The friction of their alpha-driven body,

The growling winds trampling like monsters on my helpless body,

The crescendo of my cries,

Smothered beneath the shameful silence of the sky,

Still reverberrate in my mind,

Each time piercing and distorting through my impulses,

Like the 'prick' of a pinhead.

They still echo through my inner self,

That is now apparently void of life.

But everything is still beautiful outside.

The dusk will still dazzle

The dews will still blush

The nature will still cherish.

The macrocosm will still be a phenomenon I guess,

Until we count the value of one life.

The 'young guest' of this merciless world

Lays by my side,

Apparently waiting for his father,

Who would have been out

For a new prey,

Till his guilts don't repel him from living...