Tag: Poetry
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Deep Blue Pajamas.
I am not a morning person But then again I am barely even a person, But since I am not a morning person And when I am forced to leave my warm smothered bed I cringe and cry Not wanting to rise. I shed off all my dreams When…
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Suppressed Vehemence.
You said it was love, And I believed in you and called it love- I fused in you And lost all I had. I loved you with all I had And you deceived me with all you could All I claimed was, you to love me too And all…
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The Mystical Pishogue #2
I am fierce I am wild I am an emblem of self-implied exile. I am aggressive I am saucy I am an insignia of selfishly haughty. I am bold I am vain I am an image of disdain. I am dominant I am arrogant I am yet,…
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Reverie.
In living an existence of insanity A being of absolutely solidarity, She found solace among inanimate objects Amidst her life which was completely wrecked. She fell in love with words. When everyone thought her to be absurd, She made books her escape mechanism While her heart screamed abstract expressionism.…
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His torturous existence.
I am a woman And by default I have a best friend. I met ‘him’ at a tender age, When I was 14 And for everyone I knew I was already late. When the first time I called my friend ‘him’ I was frowned upon. “It is she, my dear!…
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Cacoethes.
Todays evening sun Reminds me of him… A ‘Him’- lonely, vibrant and distant. When I bask myself in its glory To brighten my inner joys, To enliven my hurting hunger. I draw him to me, in The dusk of my glooming room And sit atop Mouth on mouth, Body on…
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Delusional Happiness.
A car accident- A bump on the head, inside, “Thankfully, she is all right” The doctor sighed, But from inside the room she cried_ Crying and cursing her fate, The only time she sheds tears when she lost some weight.
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Treacherous Love.
He promised me he’d forever be mine Giving me no reason to think, to my face he’d lie, He sealed his promise with a chaste kiss Deceiving me into believing for an eternal bliss. He didn’t leave me of his own accord Only- death did us sorrowfully apart, But…
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A Scarlet Woman.
With hidden aches With pasted smiles She pretends to shy. With muffled gags With screaming moans She feigns to have her mind blown. Biting the bullet Her body, sold- She attempts at being dignified Rendering herself to be bold!
Moushmi Radhanpara 