She could hear the squealing fading
as she was walking away.
The noise was a competition
to the 24-hour FM stations;
The difference being
The tone of hatred in the former
and affection in the later.
That noisy place was where she belonged
and the ones who screamed and swore,
brought her to the world .
While she was walking back home
as the sun dropped down
the voices were growing clearer
and when she retired to her room
in her thoughts was roaming
the man who she thought
had the best of looks
and the best of cars.
And the best of diamonds
was offered to her
fitted in the ring.
And yet
the acceptance couldn’t come naturally.
She saw a moving picture
on the wall
She and He
Curled up in the silken blanket
Near the tranquil fire
Him singing her the love ballads
And her cheeks picking up shades
From the family of red
Suddenly, out of the reel life
the sound of the flower vase breaking
from the adjacent room
hit her eardrums.
And then in the moving picture she saw
him lifting her up
and throwing her viciously on the ground
when she collected herself
and tried to get up
he pushed her again
this time with feet
calling her names .
The fire was not tranquil anymore
Nor were the things
She woke up the next morning
and went to see him
only to leave him brokenhearted.
Finally rejecting his proposal
just the way she did that
of the boy next door
and her best friend at college.