She Poem by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

The chameli adorning her hair
Now wilted and yellow
It had already seen a few strangers.
A few strands of hair in disarray
The night was still long
The sari, the only saving grace
Yellow, having sucked all color from the blooming amaltas
Tucked perilously below the waist
The left hand resting carelessly on the curve
The pan chewing teeth spat in a monotonous regularity
The habit probably cultivated to keep them away from the zone
Strange
She was probably numb down there
It had to be always a green signal
Sort of an express highway...
Like an amputated limb
It didnt belong to her anymore....
But it was always red pan stained on the lips
No entry
This was her
Throbbing, pulsating, alive
Sacred.