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
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Mumtaz N Khorakiwala

Batool Idrish Siamwala, pens under her maiden name, Mumtaz N Khorakiwala. She has served as an Asst. Prof. in English Language & Literature in St. Joseph’s College, Visakhapatnam, for nearly a decade. She went back to Creative Writing; she writes on online forums like Poets Inc and Artoons Inn Poetry Parlour and is a blogger on Momspresso.

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