I am sitting
Huddled among my friends
Or beside my love
But I am sitting
And I am laughing, talking.
I am happy.
Or so I thought-
For I was sure, sitting
But I was alone
Where did he go?
Why did the people leave me?
I was confused
Scared.
And then I saw someone
A pair of innocent black eyes
Walking towards me
Callously strolling,
A flicker of smile
Spread across his handsome face.
His bare chest
Trailing down to a carved V
Ending right above the
Loose white pair of trousers.
His pace quickens
And his eyes aren’t innocent anymore.
His smile isn’t handsome anymore.
And I get up and run.
I run.
But where do I run?
Somehow, I am on a five inch wide railing
And he is walking on it,
Towards me.
But I can’t walk.
I can barely stand straight.
He is walking.
And I am freezing.
I realize- I need to get away
And so I shut my eyes
And jump.
But there is nowhere to jump.
There is no railing
There is no falling
There is nothing.
But then where am I standing?
I open my eyes in a hurry
To find all blurry.
He is still walking towards me
And I am still there
Somewhere!
I need to run, I remind myself
So I run.
I am running back
To there
As far as I can see
And he is inches away from me
Devoid of any hurry
But full of innocence
And if there is innocence
Then why am I running away?
But I run.
I still run
Panting
Tired
Without a sense
I run.
There is a pleading noise from behind me
But I am so scared
I still run
And then there is nothing
Except for a log jump
Off the elongated sky
And then there are
Stairs.
So I run off them
Two at a time.
I keep going down
I run without a breath
Devoid of a thought
Panting
Sweating
Trembling
With fear.
And after about a hundred stairs
I am blocked.
There are four walls
No doors.
And I beat myself against each one of them
None moves.
I try again.
I am terrified.
Horrified.
I am tired.
I here a meek laughter from above
But I see no one.
There is nothing.
And I am trapped.
But how am I trapped
When there is nothing?
Yet, here I am
Eyes aghast
Fear gripping every inch of my body
The faint innocent eyes hiding
My soul writhing in agony
The dream subsiding the depravity.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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