Like the fallen russet leaves of autumn,
Her music stopped midway.
Like rain washing away sunshine,
Her dance left her footsteps.
Like waves crashing the sea bed,
Her song died a sudden death.
But she continued the hum the tune
During moments of loneliness.
Because to love and to be loved
Was better than to lose and have lost.

She was in an ecstatic frenzy

Dressing for her man

Putting on a red dress

Red like blood

Red his favourite colour

A letter arrived

Breaking her reverie

The letter said the


The Inevitable.

The letter

Dotted with

Speckles of blood

Dark was the night.

She collapsed on the bed.

The bed still unmade

From their last night’s

Love making

When he caressed her gently

Kissed her wildly

When they finally slept

Clinging to each other

His heartbeat her favourite music

Her breath his favourite sound

Dark was the night.

She cried where he slept

She cried where he kissed her

She cried where he bit her

She cried where many memories were made

And she cried till she could not cry more.

She cried because dark was her night.