Now, as if by premonition, I knew you would leave me, ‘What did I lack?’ I asked myself, I could feel the air around me going sooty and black; I cried, yes I cried for the umpteenth time; my head ready to burst… Our love was so pure, perfect; why did it have to end? I was dying inside from your thirst, needed a ‘drop’ of you to survive, Watching the tracks I reflect, why can't we go alike them?
The story has just begun; Sadly the poem’s already meddling in the middle But saddle up, for now’s not the time For rhymes and merrying around What if Lady Macbeth; instead of putting daggers Into king Duncan, decided to put some flower juice; And made up with him? And what if Puck, out of sheer mischief Decided to squeeze two drops of venom over Lysander’s eyes, inciting the snakes to pour more? Wouldn’t that be just?
Is living only for the sake of learning lessons? Maybe yes, maybe no- I don't know, but I'm growing old to find out 23 winters crossed my path, Making an odd snowman out of me; A slap of ice cold sorrow here, a small mound of happiness there; A twig of exasperation, a carrot of anguish Wrapped everything up with a scarf of warm feelings.
A blank screen, White like ice; Waiting to be applied- Pale like cream; Waiting to be licked- Fingers crackling, Wanting to scribble something I try to etch my mind to clear it of its tangles… Procrastinating, idling my time away, If only time could be measured in poetry, Lost and never written; Thought and never … Continue reading The Devil’s Anvil (#NaPo_Wrimo)
[On the occasion of World Poetry Day, I conjured up this short poem.] Come, let’s make poetry together, Instead of waging needless wars; Let’s make a world; Where people will laugh and cry, Not because they are sad or in anguish- But because they're emotionally overwhelmed… Let’s drown in words and emotions alike; … Continue reading Come, let us…
Fleeting Forest The fleeting forest, so misty and perilously dark Replete with mysteries and shadowy figurines; After evening they do lurk The boulevard of trees, their heads bent down in fear- Straighten your ears and you’ll hear Swift movements, treading the soft red soil, Running, panting Look closely and you may see your one true … Continue reading Picture Prompt#12
The voice in my head The voice in my head, getting irritating by the seconds, Echoes and ricochets within my insipid brain. Commands me nothing; but presents itself; With cool, irrefutable logic… That which cannot be denied- Never “You are nobody unless you become someone” “You’re nothingness gift wrapped poorly” “Made presentable by the layers … Continue reading Picture Prompt#10
The Failed Seductress There she was, standing by the mirror buck naked, Carefully juxtaposing her perfect imperfections; Laughed and cried as her heavily embellished finger, Followed the superfluous, fake contour of her body- Ever so faithful, following her every single eerie command... Her body acted, sadly not her soul. Her curves alluring, almost enticing; She … Continue reading Picture Prompt#9