You hands were steady They never missed a flourish Impeccable movements Of an exquisite composition On a parchment torn askew I'm scrawling morosely Making blots on The yellowing parchment Trying to trace the lines You wrote in the margins With a borrowed brush One stroke at a time
You came like a calm winter night Misted my glazed windows I ventured out and stood still Let your love cover me like hoarfrost What a divine confluence it was I dragged my undead heart along The frost heaved path carrying you In my hollow chest till it thawed I wished the winter had never ended
I let a thin shroud engulf me In its folds troubadours sing and sway With their wry parables Without any preambles Seas wash over me yet I'm not wet I wince but it doesn't pain My soul rises like a dancing flame From the column of smoke I build clouds for my skies I sprout wings and take flight Like a feather I fall The shroud was heavier than it looked Like the embrace of my beloved's dainty arms Yet dispelled by a sigh at dawn Awns drooping in the weight of the dew A yawn levelling the scale
Two lovers found Traces of regret Flickering in each other's eyes They were abandoned lighthouses With treacherous shoals So they mapped their skies Tracing constellations With their scars As they burned the wreckages To keep themselves warm In that unforgiving night Flocks of regret took off Into the heart of the night In the ashen plumes
Her eyes looked like unheard stories Maelstroms in the open seas On a hapless boat destined to sink Entangled in buoys I hadn't seen I'm drawn to their siren call Like i was a strand of her double helix I used my flares as fireworks I'm on the shore barely breathing
~Beloved~ //Sauntering together on the thorns But why only i felt the pain?//
Red blood raging in my veins,'coz' some pages of my tenderness are been torn apart,Don't wash my blues 'let me',write vows on The stagnant water And the sky emulate Spring caressed the sakura,left the scars on the cheeks,How love can tatto the scars? I try to fit myself on the canvas of His life but unfortunately my soul Did not fit in it and my love was Overflowing with the paint of pain I thought that love would last for ever I was wrong~
~Wife~ Vermilion shinning on the forehead,I tied the knots of seven promises,From the veins of my heart His love was my jewellery,His hug was my warm abode I am loyal as the poets Poetries ,Lips painted with burises,wearing the bangles of The hopes and ring of Eternal love, I got paralysed From the sun stroke My death was uncertain and we departed,Tears had the traffic in my eyes I thought that love would Last for ever I was wrong~
I blink in the eye of morose, trespassing the aftermath of carnage, the soil reeks of rotten blood and brewing forlorn. The golden sun settles on the forehead of warriors while pain camouflage, I thought that peace would stay forever: I was wrong.
I burn on massacred battlefields, where flowers aren't plucked but slaughtered beneath feet turning their homes into barren lands. Winds blow away withered petals and eulogies are sung upon, I thought inhabitants be sheltered forever: I was wrong.
I stand and recall last spoken words of a father, son and spouse choked inside throat while wrapping in the arms of motherland. Life looked like half burnt cigarette, there was much to offer but it snatched back, I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. ~Purva
I tried to write in a quote form about all the given prompts instead of making a poem Hope you guys like , if there is any mistake, do tell me please, I will be grateful and I will definitely try to upgrade .
Her eyes look like unheard stories and tales of unknown places, unknown people, she observed while she herself remain anonymous to everyone. In her own fable, she was an antagonist searching for her protagonist.
And then she wrote about all the fables she visualised all through her life And finally met her main role, her protagonist which was her own soul in her autobiography, she poured all her things out in the book which she named after her favourite place, "A seashore".
As the pages fell one after another her story became more limpid than the water sea held, and the events foretold the depth of her pain she held since years similar to her favourite seashore.
She always remained hidden in a camouflage of lies she told to the people when she couldn't reveal the truth, she knew. But it was time to let her old self go, to begin a new life and a new spirit to grow with the seed she sowed in the book she wrote.
And soon her eyes sparkled a bit unfolding her untold episodes she got readers to read her eyes which looked like unheard stories.