Unscathed

Unscathed

She used to sing at parties where

Potbellied men with some gold clad women

Sat clueless, staring at her and her glaring tattoo

One that Ishaan had done on her

With a humongous needle on her left arm

To teach her a lesson

She was at one such party when

A guy with a goatee

Approached her with a drink and said

“I can give you back your life”

Life; That’s the word she hadn’t heard

For quite sometime now

She didn’t know that Ishaan was around

Watching her when she left the hotel

With the guy and returned home late

After some real life on the bed

Unlike the ones Ishaan preferred

 She came back to see him furious

Trying to bring out the devil she knew in him

Then came the hot needle. Her screams followed

Then the fumes and the blood

It read “Live the life I want you to”

Those men and women still stare at her tattoo

That’s what people think, tattoo it is

She keeps singing without even

Noticing their eyes on what she lost

She sings on the song of life

From her soul, the soul

The needle couldn’t touch

And Ishaan couldn’t scar