Pain: For I couldn't think of anything else.

He is her Muse, He is her Master.

Initially, there was just Pain
That none really understood.
A Few rubber bands around the wrist,
Which was almost bleeding;
The repeated bites of them
Over the sore, damaged flesh

Had somewhat ease the deeper pain.

Pain: Two-fold was it for her.
One could momentarily satisfy
Her masochistic fetish,
The other was more unstable.
Bit broken, bit shaken,
In thoughts which come and go,
She dared to Hope
Where even the darkness was lost in itself.

"Pain. Pain."
She twice yelled.
None heard her screams though it seems.
'Probably this addiction is bad,'
She realized.

This gives her a comfort
That the advanced bred forgot to show.
She was alone but never lonely,
Which she always believed.
Forced by situation, forced by men,
She doubted.
Shouldn't she be doing what she wants?
Just for once.

There lay the shackle.
You know,
The gigantic, rusted and uncomfortably heavy one.
Probably this is the last hurdle, last test,
Her trapped soul when asked for freedom
All she got was more confinements.

Then again, She dared
And just for once, by mistake
Wished for Death.
Wished for the Satan himself.
She thought
She was ready, Prepared,
Willing to take in all.

Instead, she found
That was myth till date.
A journey that all took
Over time and history.
Some succeeded in the yellow pages,
Some in torn canvases,
Some in Man's words,
Some under "Forever" tag.

Her heart was broken,
She refused to fix it
Rather let it freeze for eternity
In the Chamber of Devil's frost.

Beginnings are always tough,
But Time, Time-
Pieces of fragile glass
Turned into a frozen stone,
Patched with black tapes-
Perhaps patches of memories.

But little had she known
With that tiny insignificant thing,
Just like pixie dust and genie's wish
Even the beast found the beauty.

He is the cure, He is the answer.
While she has him,
The heaven found her.

P.S- She tapped the burnt cigarette in one hand,
While the other bled the page with the ink of their union.