Those beads once strung so close, now lie strewn on the floor.
The anklet that once tinkled now tinkles no more.
As satin rolls her softness, the folds go to sleep.
The jumping beads though muffled, hide their echoes deep.
Beyond, the stars have come out, waiting for a glance
Of festive fervour blooming amidst wine and dance.
While passions chase after the guise of beauty vain
And tears hide in satin, to not be wiped again.
What meets the eye instead, shapes up into a void
That fills what once was glamour of passion and pride
Now listless, in darkness, of tragedies begun,
Their echoes eternal, their suffering undone.
– October 2013