Choona Aur Chooriyan

Many days accounted for.

sitting indoors.

hiding from the brilliance of the sun.




the ripe red of her bangles.

her fair skin.




here is your destiny.

whitewashed walls.

poison dew drops adorn rose petals.




the celebration of death.

of life.

roses without thorns blocking her passage.




the last look home.

the first look home.




lifting her hands against the whitewashed walls.

throwing her hands against the whitewashed walls.

touching her hands against the whitewashed walls.




she walks away in splendor and pride.

the sharp glass glinting in her eyes.




the ripe red of her blood.

the whitewashed walls.

the brilliance of the sun.