"Asisted Suicide"

"Assisted Suicide"

Black hair flowing down that twinkling face,

glides in long strides as if competing a race,

the chin rests on to the commanding hand,

which further lays on to the knees for its stand,

down go straight those beautiful legs,

bump in a middle n perfect points in the ends,

she's seen with her head down,

is she resting or she has a frown,

she stays still like the "PAUSE"

unknown n mysterious of her "CAUSE"

the background beside is all black,

her shadow elongnated as if ready to attack,

her breathing is almost invisible,

the whole image is pretty preachable,

the nakedness of her body is a tale in itself,

she sits with stillness n silence,

no sign of an expression or stirring violence,

yet she incites an element of crypto,

unusual pull from her comes tiptoe,

who is this heavenly maiden,

interest in the viewer is some how laiden,

her nakedness of all forms make us strip,

emabarking upon a journey of our "TRIP"

the moment we make the contact,

we are projectiled with our soul tact,

from the "FIRST STEP" to the "FIRST TOUCH"

each in chrono is reminded as such,

we as an audience view our own epic,

how we rate it depends on our own logic,

when the projectile comes to a cease,

our interiors come to a freeze,

when we see the sitting stillness,

standing n robed in darkness,

she takes a step forward; entering the path of light,

her pointed foot; shines with gliters piercing "THE SIGHT"

few more strokes n you see her atoms shining,

ur eyes are ablaze searchin the right view linin,

her diamond hands proceed with a calling gesture,

hesitant and still; u r puzzled with her divine posture,

for few good moments all u can do is gaze,

till the time ur eyes search a way in the maze,

she allures to take her hand,

bewitch u to "TOUCH" and?

under the curse u go forward to "TOUCH"

suddenly!!! @ contact a wall appears as such,

u scream!!! @ the top of ur lungs,

but the voice is strongly stung,

den u pull ur hair in vain,

bleed tears due to pain,

rip off ur nails while peeling ur skin,

beat ur chest like 'ST.JEROME' seeking repentence of sin,

tattered n shattered to red pieces,

the mould of mud deceases,

whilst the lady of crypto escapes a laugh,

shrilling the "PEACE" in half,

until the echo reaches upon her,

the angel of "SELF DESTRUCTION" vanishes wid a quick blurr!!!