Her

Picture Credit: Swati Nair

The sun bathes her in iridescent glow,

Her wisps of hair dancing along,

The lines on her face become waves

Washed in the light of a time unknown.

Drowning in an ocean of green,

The dark leads me to the light.

What once was a dreamy forest

Is now just a barren land.

Her hands reaching up

To the clouds and way beyond,

What holds her back aren’t strings

But the roots of a lawless land.

She looks at the walls all around,

Some of glass and some of brick,

Maybe this is the way to do it,

Maybe this is what is right.

As the green turns black,

All the walls dissolve,

The waves come crashing down,

And the roar so deafening

That the sounds remain silent.

From a void she arises,

To another she descends.