I am the moon’s reflection
In a murky night puddle
Do I not want to flit among the fireflies?
But I am not the moon
(Though I could be)
Only its flattened image;
Here comes a shoe
Sending ripples through my body.
La Luna
Night
Ink and Sand
With half-closed eyes the sun
Watches the heavenly ink
Spill out of its pot
As if God, like a frustrated poet
Had pushed his inkpot off his writing-desk.
Through the Woods (part 7)
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Ivaan sat up straight. This was new. The princess probably sensed his excitement, because she continued – “There is no goddess of bounty either. She sacrifices the Thysia to the Kakopnevma, the negative spirits which give her all her power.”
There was that word again- Thysia. The princess had used it when first addressing him, and he’d also heard it while the soldiers had been talking with the lion – what was his name – A rose land? “What’s Thysia?”
Sleepless nights- A Conversation with my brain
Me: I’ve been trying for almost a couple of hours, but I still can’t sleep. I think I’m in love.
My Brain: Stop kidding yourself, girl. It’s because you slept for four hours in the noon.
Me: I still have five hours of sleep left. Why don’t you stop thinking so much and let me sleep?
My Brain: That’s because you have so much to do. How about we start drafting that apology letter?
Through the woods (part 2)
Hi there, folks! Today I’m continuing ‘Through the Woods’ that I began last time. If you haven’t read the first part, be sure to check it out here. Without further ado, let’s get right into it.
Through the woods (part 1)
Hola, readers! Now I know what you guys are probably thinking- that I’m becoming increasingly irresponsible and lazy with two delayed posts twice in a row. But I was busy preparing for my Pre-mid term exam yesterday, so you might have more delayed posts. But I’ll sincerely try my best to schedule posts beforehand, so that even when I don’t have time on Sunday, you guys don’t miss out on it.
So, now I’m starting a long story that’ll be narrated in parts, and naturally, this is the first one. No, don’t worry, it’s not as long as a novel. But it’s lengthier than the ones you might find in fortnightly magazines. It’s inspired by my visit to Bannerghatta National Park in Bengaluru, which was the first time I ever saw lions and tigers, after a host of failed outings in wildlife sanctuaries and parks. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Eternity
Two lovers, separated by evil Fate
Who spins their destinies with black and white threads,
She’s determined to keep the twains apart
Fate, the witch with the stony heart.
But Love triumphs over Fate, ties some threads together
Intertwining the lovers’ destinies forever,
These knots then become dusk and dawn
A rendezvous for the couple is drawn.
They see each other just twice a day
Stealing a few moments from time away,
The inamorata’s dark, the inamorato’s bright,
They’re masters of the sky- Day and Night.
At dawn he comes to meet his lady-love
Reaching out to the darkness above,
He caresses her black wings with his shiny fingers
They embrace and pull away,
But the effect still lingers.
They converse in voices too deep to hear
The epilogue for their date is drawing near,
She doesn’t want to leave his arms; he doesn’t want to let her go,
But he has to abandon her now and let himself grow.
She goes away slowly, looking at Day all the while
Her longing eyes look like cinders, reflecting his youthful shine,
Finally he takes over the wide blue yonder
Waking everyone up from their deep slumber.
In the morn he’s cheerful, a he just met Night
But noon is when he puts up a fight,
The wait for Night gets unbearable
Day’s foul mood becomes almost incurable.
Then dusk arrives, bringing her in a star-laden dress
Day almost falls, seeing the beauty of his mistress,
She steadies him, gives him a lingering kiss
She knows she’ll be alone soon after this.
They look a moment longer into each other’s eyes
Reluctantly, she lets him go, as dusk slowly dies,
His last words, just like him, fade away,
His promise to meet her at dawn the next day.
Night lets out a long sigh
And opens her dark wings over the skies,
She lulls the world to sleep
In her beautiful voice, rich and deep.
At midnight, she silently blesses Love
For finding loopholes in Fate’s handiwork,
Then she settles in as time slowly passes away
As she waits for another dawn,
Another heavenly tryst with day.
A Solitary Man
Bonjour, readers! So this is my first original poem here. Hope y’all like it!
In the wee hours of the night
When everyone is asleep,
Sits on the beach
A solitary man.
