stuck in time

underground in that attic
she was on her knees
searching desperately
she fell on a slab of something
it was the book-
thick, black and covered with dust
its boards were bowed.
creaked too when she opened it,
yellowed pages stuck by mildew.

his photo hidden in the pages
for more decades than anyone recalled
still intact. eyes twinkled back at her
she sat there for how long no one can say
when they found her, she had joined him-
their souls mated for eternity

“years had passed, but nothing had changed for her”

strings cross with wires

strings cross with wires
all goes black
and then white
luminous yellow acts as a filler
a magnet pulls all in
containing all in a minute space
unwanted unexpected something
bubbles out to the surface
making it look like a cake
of non-descriptive colour
again wires cross with strings

“I desire to walk out of the desert intact”

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Here I wrote whatever formed in my mind after each sentence. When I wrote it, it made a lot of sense to me. Sometimes, we have to give in to what our mind desires.

mirror cracked from side to side

the mirrored bathroom
reflected the glory that our bodies made
entangled and gyrating to the shower
plaster splitting from those sounds

in the light of this ordinary daylight
chipped mirror reflects the folly of lust
dripping taps, hostile edge of tub
witness to the voices of past memory

“chipped mirror reflects the folly of lust
forgetful of the glory that our bodies made”

countries scattered on the ground

countries tore away
flew to all corner
nightmarish sleeping dreams
turned real as if waking from dreams
hatred spew poison
would blood be far behind?

what seems is not always as it seems
brittle to touch, a map had fallen apart
countries lay scattered on the ground.
that time is not far behind
when it wouldn’t only be a piece of paper
our brittle doings are reason enough

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There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams;What seems is not always as it seems.

Opening lines of A Ballad of Boding by Christina Rossetti

Hop on aboard the Poetry Tain and have you checked carry on tuesday yet?

the air hisses and crackles

my anger pours forth venom
leaves behind havoc
path is tarnished with acerbic words
flames are visible far away
the air hisses and crackles

“when rains douse the fire
there is nothing but hard ground”

I dream in brown

muds sticks everywhere
the walls, the floor,
seeping through that door
I dream in brown
shades of which keep changing
dry to wet and back again

“I am planted in that soil-
that earthy scent of you
pleases me no end-
nothing covert about it”

it hurt like a dead man’s calling

it hurt like a dead man’s calling

with all that silence between us
I kept on inhaling cigarette smoke
you kept on staring beyond me

it hurt like a dead man’s calling

my feet tapped on the chipped floor
head was somewhere on the roof
but your stance did not change

it hurt like a dead man’s calling

I did see your eyes blinking fast
once, twice, more I lost all count
I let my arms loose and dangling

it hurt like a dead man’s calling

tumbled down, broken to pieces
both stretched to our limits
damaged irreparably

it hurt like a dead man’s calling

I moved, standing in front of you
you moved, standing in front of me
bitterly at once, we turned away

it hurt like a dead man’s calling

timid embrace forces out dreary thoughts

looking at me with dreary eyes
fear writ large all over her.
she lay there timidly,
FIERCELY I EMBRACED HER
timidly she returned it
largely the fear leaving her
the dreary look from her eyes gone

for such a small being
thin and emacipated
her hold on me was tight
FIERCELY SHE EMBRACED ME
tightly I held her close
emancipating thinness
contained in her smallness

” litle girl’s timid embrace
drove away dreary thoughts
right out of my troubled psyche”

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Those of you who has not participated in 3WW till date, come and join in. This week’s 3 words are: timid, dreary and embrace. Don’t be timid, give up the dreary look, embrace the three words. In any form you like, poetry or prose. I DARE YOU!

two sides of the same coin

we all sat around that fire, silently
watching it casting demonic shadows on us
as it burned away the flesh and bones
and he was all but gone

on the other side of the wall
oblivious to our loss and pain
all were in celebratory mood
(a wedding can never be anything less)

unwillingly I lost touch with my reality
lending my ears to laughter and songs
everyone suddenly burst out singing;
forcing my pain to faded away

without seeing them I visualised
the groom and bride dancing
renewing my faith in life’s force
dazedly I walked to the other side

bright light encompassed my sight
and I was filled with such delight
in that beautiful star filled night
my loss made joy reach its height

“sorrow would hit me soon enough
again, but let me live a little for now”

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Hop on aboard the Poetry Tain and have you checked carry on tuesday yet?

changing orbits

the sky was so clear
my visage was mirrored in it
even in the dark
I could see the azure shade of it

stars were sprinkled all over
scattered yet some played truant
hiding behind a fatter one;
gathering at one place gossiping

watching the play of stars
shading moon, vast emptiness
I felt like a lost planet
searching for my own sun

at that moment I did agree
with W H Auden’s opening line
a cloudless night like this
can set the spirit soaring

the clear sky showed me the path
I found you playing hide and seek
with the stars- the moonlight
reflecting your mischievous eyes

“pulled by your gravitational force
I dropped-from my orbit to yours”

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Have you checked carry on tuesday?