Metanoia…

Vision blinded by love,

Path trailed by your shadow,

Heart scarred by your words,

And trust scraped away by your lies.

Shortening life span,

Irreplaceable by man,

Drenched cheeks and parched throat,

No more can I stay afloat.

Moving on like an autumn leaf,

On a puddle, in a faraway desert.

Blades sharp,

And blood warped,

On the floor framing a heart,

With his initials, as its heart!

Lap-tap lap-tap..

Oh no!! What have I done..

I know it’s marked forever in my arm.

And I..

Love the mark, that still calls you, mine.

Though you have left me,

Before a train,

Waiting.. and waiting,

For the signal to turn green.

 

Amaranthine..

‘ why do try to imitate the sky by changing their colors?’

He sat there,

Admiring his world,

His only life and affair.

She rested there as always,

In peace and warmth with his rays.

But his time had come to an end,

And his day took a bend.

It was his resting phase…

But he wanted to change his ways.

His love for her expanded alot,

As he swelled with longing to stay there itself.

Out came his partner,

Who would guard his love through the rough weather.

Pulling him down forcefully,

As the sun bled on the sky,

Spreading the beautiful color:

Amaranthine….

Ode #7: In the creative writing competition

I was standing there confused,

As the room seemed unwelcoming to a stranger who didn’t look profuse.

Eye-blinding light that reflected from somewhere..

For what seemed like a picture of a mare.

My eyes drifted to the metal desk,

Which was as lonely and empty as me.

My hands seemed desperate to touch the mare,

That was now a few inches closer than the distance i could stop to care.

Given a sheet of paper and a pen of ink blue,

“What should I write about?” I had no clue.

Should I throw the sheet away?

In a still position it lay.

My palm moving forward to put my brain’s thought,

On the beautiful white sheet, and the words it caught.

The teacher could spot the places my eyes roam,

But couldn’t what my brain did foam.

And before I could blink was given a book,

Before the audience who never knew how I looked….

Ode #5: Ripost

He stood near the foot of her bed,

Starting to stagger with the burden not said.

Waiting for the arrival of the medicine man,

And his very apologetic ambulance van.

Time ticked away,

As pain swallowed all of the warm water in the tray.

All of the ladies sitting before idols to pray,

Will god give way?

Sirens blew from all corners,

But her pain began to tear her.

Tears flowing from all eyes,

Quivering lips that recited prayers which were nice.

Knock Knock on the door,

The clock struck four.

Two men with caps, pushing in a stretcher,

To put in a lady who was almost having an abdominal fracture.

As the medicine man yells,

To roll it in fast,

Before her body falls.

Pushing her into the four wheeler,

With her man who was than the ambulance taller.

Leaving us with only a trace of hope and prayers.

Will this battle end any sooner ?

 

 

Ode #4: Morning misery

Tumbling and rolling around,

In the sheets that I was in bound.

Tightly clutching it to hide me eyes,

Trying to hide my overwhelming size.

But didn’t the modern rooster stop,

Kept up the awakening mop.

I had to wake up now,

Two roosters on planning my head mow.

One being electrical and other of a human form,

Can this get better anymore?