Stray Thoughts
Today, I stood beside his windowpane,
Silk sheers rustled, and the moon stopped to glow
Through the pall, highlighting the bloody stain.
My heart whispered, “‘Tis your beau, not your foe!”
My hands, frantically, I wiped of gore
Today, I stood beside his windowpane
Voices whispered… lover, traitor, and whore!
Oh lord! I heard my heartbeat wax and wane.
Soon neighbours and kids whispered, “She’s insane!”
Eerie moonbeams mingled with hushed voices
Today, I stood beside his windowpane
Waves of cops feigned how a cold knife poises
The moon glared, and the loud wind wept and whirled
A shiver went down my spine, “O, He’s slain!”
Constantly, these words the harsh voices hurled!
Today, I stood beside his windowpane
Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Picture Courtesy:Jacqueline Day
