Chemistry

I couldn't comprehend.
Getting attracted to you.
Physics became clear.

Little girl

Looked.
Those utensils,
Weren't a plaything.
But, a task to complete.

Red

Was her favorite color.
Now on her hands,
His blood.

Steps

"Ten more to go", she said.
Crutches weren't strong enough.

Discovery

He, an advanced beginner.
Me, a novice.
Discovered sex together.

Lust

Was insatiable.
He tried, couldn't control.
Bought himself a Ferrari.

Job

Was very demanding.
Demanded her dignity and shame.
Everyday.

Murder

Well executed.
No traces left.
Her self-esteem.
Latest victim.

Bottle

Contains nothing now.
Last few drops.
Her elixir to freedom.

History

Dressed in intrigue.
It beckons me.
Through arched, latticed doors.

Colors

Fought traditions.
To transform white.
In infinite colors.




P.S. This story is inspired by the news report on how Vrindavan widows broke the traditions and celebrated Holi at Gopinath temple In Vrindavan.
Unfortunately, in many parts of India widows are traditionally barred from playing Holi or participating in any other festival or auspicious functions.
This is a small, yet a very big step in breaking the orthodox traditions which have been stifling women for ages.