once upon a time

Despondent, remorseful, sad, sorry---

words too far away to  feel
the feeling within is glass crushing
the shame sinking like an inky blot.

Looking around a reminder hangs
in the air of broken glass and knotty relation
shrouds everywhere, piercing singly
steps are bloody
with yesterday's anger.

Deep within still boils a lava
A single shower can never douse
A cover is needed to cage the being--
the mind needs to stop thinking.

Limbs remember old programs
moving, clanging-- a machine being.
'I' needs to be crushed
smashed and smothered
the finality is a shroud
living inside a 'being'
once upon a time.

poem copyright@ mridula das