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  • katyaini 53w

    Long ago, when my eyes were bright
    I heard of a witch, weathered by time
    She carried with her a coffin in a cart
    That she lugged around, rain or shine

    The townsfolk said that it was her lover,
    Who had died the worst kind of death,
    And every month, when the moon was new
    She'd try to revive him with her breath.

    'She'd breathe on him,' Old Tim would swear,
    'And cry and cry when he wouldn't wake,
    She'd shake the box and shut the lid,
    And punch and punch till the cart would shake.'

    Come morning, she'd walk to the sea,
    And wash the wounds on her hand,
    The coffin behind her, on the cart, lay
    Still deathly still on the golden sand.

    She'd spend that day at the beach,
    And laugh and laugh from morn till eve,
    She'll talk aloud to her coffin'd lover,
    Whose silence she refused to believe

    Then one night the lover awoke,
    The townsfolk rang the bell of doom,
    Pitchforks up and lanterns alight,
    They rushed to where sea met the moon.

    The two stood together, face to face,
    Under the starry sky of a moonless night,
    Just a lover's span separating them,
    And nothing but each other in their sight.

    The tears that tumbled down her face,
    Mirrored the anguish he held in his eyes,
    A million moments passed 'tween the two,
    In the second it took for the sea to rise

    Some say the sea swallowed them both,
    For sin of breaking the laws of living;
    Others believe they walked into the waves
    As it was her home, her lover its king

    And thus till date, a wooden coffin,
    Lays abandoned on that nameless shore,
    It's wood unbroken and unweathered,
    The only witness of that unsung lore...


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    The Witch and Her Coffin

  • shwet_shri 109w

    तो क्या हुआ अगर आपके कुछ ज़ख्म हरे हैं?
    क्या वक़्त ने आपके कोई ज़ख्म नी भरे हैं?

    तो क्या हुआ अगर टूट चुके हैं आप?
    अरे! खुद से एक सवाल तो पूछिए!!
    क्या ज़िन्दगी के सारे मज़े लूट चुके हैं आप?

    अरे भई !! बुरा वक़्त है ये,
    कभी ना कभी बिखर जाएगा,
    आप वक़्त को थोड़ा वक़्त देकर तो देखिए,
    आपका भी वक़्त एक ना एक दिन निखर जाएगा !!


  • shwet_shri 109w

    Av filhal k kisi mulaquat ka malum ni,
    Mgr aarso bad tmhe yad hm ane wale hn
    Zndgi ki manzil ka to malum ni,
    Mgr uske raahon m yaad hm aane wale hn
    Jo sth hn aj ya sth hnge kl,

    Ye unki mrzi hogi ya unki jrurt khlo,
    Hm unme se hn jo apke sth jeene aur..
    Apke sth hi mrne wale hn.


  • soumichatterjee 141w

    Notations of the heart...

    It's strange to even understand the connection which is so much surreal.....
    Years, months, days pass by.....
    and the feeling remains intact.
    I wish we could ever live the reality and express the silent words.
    I wonder!!! will the reality be as much beautiful as the imaginations are.....