Victim of Looks

Yesterday night,On the way back to home,
She was scared while walking alone.
She forced a smile but her eyes terrified,
She was hit from back,in pain she cried.
She was assaulted,she was raped,
Her eyes motionless,as time escaped.
Her face was scarred,and the limbs broken,
Her spirits died and her heart shaken.
The arms were twisted, and the jaws deflated,
Her throat was chocked,and the body mutilated.
Taking her last breaths,she silently repeated,
What wrongs did I do,what sins have I committed.
Left alone on the road and waiting to die,
God..! Is this what for I was created ?
Finally,the breeze smoothed and the blood dried,
all over the pages of her scattered books.
The incident was nothing unusual,
She was just another victim of her looks.

Moments..

Where is the life I seek,
And the time which has gone.
Far lie those fragments,
And I am lost in my own.
In the jumbles of time,
I see my traces fade,
Shrouded by the wonders,
Of this scrambles of fate.
But I keep on walking,
through the mist I wade,
In the search of moments,
towards the life who aggregate.