Reality but Dreams !

[This shares the emotions of a woman waiting for her beloved knowing somewhere in her heart that her love was not honest to her. Her thoughts automatically animate into visions which could be real but when her wait is sure to extend she decided to culminate it herself. It is a poignant situation because of its ending but her visions may or may not be true. In the last line the warmth can be understood to be from the blood or the fact that atleast she is sure that the pain she feels is real.]

The cushion of the wind
Surmounted to char the plagued heart
As the dusk turned deep Red
The colored lips chapped
Eyes gazing out through the window
Caressing the mountain road
No one to be seen
But the creeper & the green.

She heard the chatter (in her head)
Of the far-off crowd
The laughter on the wine & cake
The clink of crystal glasses
The jingle of the silver on juicy steaks
As the light breeze moved the drapes
She woke up from a dream she thought
Or was it true?

An hour passed like a snowman’s year
She sat on the couch
Still she could hear
The rhythm of the brass
And the deafening cheer
As a couple vanished
Into a silent dark
Jazz played quietly as the scene grew stark.

The sheets folded under the skins
Wood felt the shiver
As the hands clinched tightly
Her bosom grew fuller
In the spirit so knightly
The smitten peaks grew louder
She could now hear nothing but their breaths
As she closed her ears with a shudder.

This is not true she shouted
And heard the phone ring
“Honey! I will be a little late”
She was silent
“Don’t wait over for dinner” she heard before the voice went blank
She stood numb & cold as the iron that slit through her wrist
Now she knew atleast the warmth settled around her was real.