Moments interred alive...

Darkness everywhere; the doors, closed
Life, the closest it could get to hell.
The most loved one -
the reason for your being -
the best friend -
the most trusted of souls...
To see her strangled in torture -
voicing constant murmurs of pain
pleading for mercy from the torturer unknown!

Every second passing with great strain
to hear the tired voice dying down, not the pain
to see her body twisting and turning in agony
Apparent that the body is burden to the soul...
Not a moment of peace, not a minute of rest
every bit of your consciousness praying for that silence
every drop of your tear begging for her sleep...
a break in that torture -
a few minutes of insensitivity!

A deal of new kind... a share in her pain
if at all that is possible... is it possible, you know not!
All you know is you are nothing but a stone,
your hands powerless to fence her from the torment
you can't hug and hide her from the curse!
And you surrender to the superior -
tears melting you down...
meditating the bargain -
the exchange of peace for pain.

And there in front of you, she sleeps...like a baby
and you know your prayers have been heard...
your deal just been made!