Black Rose

Clad in noir,
From head to toe,
She stood amidst the sea of color,
A black rose.
Only her eyes shone out,
Black pearls shining bright
In the green orbs -
En-fringed by silk.
Her habit, her halo-
Made her luminescent,
Miles ahead of the lesser mortals-
Who stood by her side.
She looked around the compartment,
At her fellow metro travelers-
Mostly 'screened' out and oblivious,
To each other.
Apathy ran amok-
That was the spirit that resounded-
As it echoed across the bogey.
All of us were embroiled in it,
A victim and a perpetrator-
At once.
Yet as she stood tall,
Her head back held in pride-
Her eyes showed none of the futility,
That lay askew around.
It was then when our eyes met,
Perchance - and we knew-
That she and I were made of the same mold.
Thrusted into separate realities-
Entrusted into the folds of our
Own religion and socio-politics.
Yet the soul,
Seemed to know-
From deep within,
The connect despite the disconnect-B
We were our own alter egos.