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56- Maya

Remember that day, Raghava?
When you braided my hair,
With roses and jasmine,
And cocooned me in your love.
We were in each other's arms....

And then She came,
Eyes of a doe's, with that cruel smile,
She blazed gold, with brown waves,
Seemed as innocent as a deer,
She was the prettiest in all the worlds,
That was,
Until she took my hands and,
Pulled us apart.

She dragged me behind her,
Like I was her pet chihuahua,
Tears streamed across my face,
I tried to free myself from her iron grasp,
She was dragging me away,
Each struggle just made me weaker,
Still does...

I turned to look at you,
Telling you, with mine eyes,
To save me, from this new battle,
But then you just gazed at me,
Urging me to fight my own battles,
Telling me that I was never,
A whining damsel in distress,
And I had to free myself...

Was it a test, Madhava?

If yes, then I am yet to pass.
Perhaps, the only I have failed.

The Lady sardonically grins,
Every morning and tells me
"I am Maya, and you're my slave."

And I still live in that jail,
Which She built for me.

When will I break out?
How do I break out?

But more importantly,
Why should I break out?
Perhaps, I just like it here,
The dizzying blackness and torture.

And then I remember,
Who is out there waiting for me,
You.
Are you still waiting, my Lord?

If yes, mark my words,
I am coming back.
To you.
Only for You.