Sculptor Of Destruction

Your love captivated my virgin frame
and, with piles of everlasting promises
made before the sacred fire, i was
soon knotted into your life.
The days were passing so divinely,
and happiness was drizzling like the
raindrops into our novel paradise.
But in due time, before those alluring promises
were fulfilled the knot of our relationship
got loosen, which has bind us so far
and the realm we built together
has been ruined and damaged by you--
your suspicion; your brutality
you disguised yourself and deceived me
as my protector, but in reality you are
the sculptor of my destruction,
and i was shackled in the depths of darkness created by you--
your humiliation; your despotism.
I wonder how my body, once the
most desired playground for you and its
aromatic smell could almost drive your
senses numb, has now been easily crushed
by your feet like a parched flower...
You have turned me into a palette of your anger
were you continously splash the abusive
colors, but the furious storm running
inside you could never be subdued.
I contemplate the obscure reasons,
for your changed perception and behavior
towards me and, over my present reality.
and in these thoughts when i am desperately
cursing my own fate, i comfort myself
by prophesying the happiness which is
impending after the darkness.
But in deep inside i know from the confinement
which you have created for me has no secret door to escape
or may be i don't want to escape anymore now...