As if there is no light
And no hope
And gazed through the glass window
Smiles greeted her
Laughter echoed around her
But she was alone
Tears had drained long before
She was fuming within
Her kohl-lined eyes reflected her agony
She had dreams
Dreams of flying high
Embracing success and feeling blissful
But that seemed like a dream within a dream
Love and happiness seemed fictitious to her
Never in her life did she imagined
Yes! Never once she imagined
That the biggest and only dream that came true sometime before would immerse her into anguish
The pain was intolerable
There was no wounds; no scars.
Mere pain; as if a knot was detangling itself within the depths of your stomach. In such a scenario, how would you address that pain?
She wanted to scream at someone
But there was no one hear
She wanted to cry her heart out
But no hands to wipe those tears
A punishment, she concluded.
Her success was her punishment
That success for which she burnt mid night’s oil...
That success for which she pined fanatically
That success which she thought would put end to her plight – was her punishment
She marveled at the super-power’s plan
What a well thought out plan it was!
An impeccable one
As if mixing poison in a mouth-watering sweet
As if giving a slow-poison in the form of a chocolate
As if giving wings to fly high... Then cutting the wings only to fall miserably
Her success was many other’s dream
Her success was the world’s envy
But her success was her punishment
The best laid punishment ever!