We Didn’t Belong

 

Your consonants and my vowels

ran parallel like a brook and its bank.

Still, to your melody,

my notes were just a clank.

The Road Not Taken*(with a little twist)

When two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

I took neither. I built my own trail

amidst the thorns and conifers

donning my rebel snood.

 

Sprinting fierce, stamping the bushes

I lacerate dead ends.

Staring at the syzygy, I progress

to find destiny’s dividends.

 

I didn’t take the roads previously travelled

to stand ahead of the crwth.

Going harsh, doing rash,

they say I’m drunk on youth.

 

* A well-known poem by the legendary poet Robert Frost.
Youth– The Daily Post prompt

Deserts Versus Humans

The amorphous sand dunes on the chest of desert

Blemishing its soul superficially, causing fugacious scars

Then comes the confused wind, dispersing the gold grains

On the scratched heart, thus panacea rains.

 

Unlike the exteriors of desert, human hearts have iron-crusts

The wounds don’t erode, with time they only rust

Slowly crumbles the shell , and deeper seeps the hurt.

They gulp down misery, but keep the face robust.

 

Life would have been much easier

if human scars too were easy to dust.

 

Confused– The Daily Post prompt

Fears

Surface – The Daily Post prompt

Perspiring, I wake up every night, surrendering

to the fears. An abundance of what-if’s,

suspicions crawling through the veins.

 

Questions burning in the head, while the answers

untraceable, still fondle the shadows.

I fall for grotesque fallacies. And light has collapsed

too deep into caverns of uncertainty

to reach the surface.

 

When hope gets lost amidst the brindled tassels, which

the raucous wind has ravelled out of dust.

My angels have lost their ways, for the halo is

camouflaged by the dark.

My summers shiver, I need warmth.

 

Image artist: Unknown

 

Architectural Abstraction

Walls of elegance, domes of dynamism

gold paint splashed all over.

Minarets of passion, spans of intellect

and mirth’s scintillating chandelier.

You’re a fortress of absolute perfection

beloved, you’re divine architecture.

 

Paint– The Daily Post prompt

Brooding Blue

I have swam past many a stubborn cyan waves,

walked over cerulean undulations.

But when I see the azure in your eyes

I feel like drowning…

 
Stubborn– The Daily Post prompt

I am Chaos

Craving – The Daily Post prompt

The stream of fine, dulcet phrases in your sight

is a masquerade to conceal the mess.

Ricocheting uproar, piling mayhem

I’m all chaos on the inside, no less.

Perennially mercurial, entangled in scepticism

I get cravings for troubles, I confess.

So don’t ask for the keys to my heart baby,

it’s darkness in there

you’d lose your way into the wilderness.

 

An Ode to Self

Don’t stay buried in the raw ground,

there you’ll find despair and darkness profound.

Break free the shackles, fly out of bound

your mighty spirit is destined to astound.

 

O brave warrior, relinquish all fright

conquer the horizons, ascend magnificent heights.

Be the panacea to incurable blights.

At the end of your timeless flight,

you’ll find the immortal light.

 

Profound– The Daily Post prompt

Silence

Clock – The Daily Post prompt

The boisterous soul rattled its

crumbled house.

 It was the time for a respite.

The feeble body

let a despondent sigh.

It had to set the eternal bird

free for a new flight.

 

Eyes rolled wild, the moment

had come to break

a life-long alliance.

The breathings froze,

clock stopped ticking.

And all that remained

was silence.

 

 

Punishment

Punishment – The daily prompt

I didn’t fall in love with you

I slipped into it with my eyes closed.

You were like the ocean tide

and I was strolling on the beach side.

You swept me off my feet,

giving me butterflies in my stomach.

Then you ebbed slowly,

pushing me into sordid waves of melancholy.

I should have known you better.

Now it all feels like a punishment,

For a poorly made judgement.