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The Devil’s Bride (poetry)

Away, in the forest, the wind softly calls 

Nudging the trees, stirring them awake

Tip-toeing through the eerie blackness

Oh hark! There she comes again..

Noiselessly, whispering his very name…

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As if on cue, the jackal howls 

Nervously darting  from her path

Teeth bared, it watches her pass

Ominously growling at her sweeping train

Not once she flinches but chants his name.

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A wandering sorceress she is called

Not a soul knows who she was before

Terrifying tales of her magical spells

Often retold by simple village dame

No other sound escapes her lips, other than that hallowed name….

 

As her dark veil slips in the rippling breeze

Night itself gasps in shock

Trembling, the wind dances around her

Offering its allegiance, like a stallion tame

Now’s the time! And she cries out his name.

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A tremor under her feet she feels

No fear clouds her ember eyes

“Tell me that you’ve come for me!

One promise that can”t go in vain,

Now prove the magic of your name!”

 

And the shadows hear her ardent pleas

Nestled in black, they creep up to her

They engulf her in a lover’s embrace

Over her being, like the caress of spring rain

Nearer than ever, she hears his name.

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As if all hell had broken loose

Nameless voices shrieked their glee

Tugging her along, the shadows swept

Obscuring her, like living bait

Now blushing, she awaited her mate.

 

Who knows what transpired that terrible night…

And what became of the devil’s bride,,,

 

Fangirl💃: a silly poem.

images (3)The man strode down the winding stairs
And raised his eyes to glance but once
Caressing me with his careless glimpse
His feet impatient, but I saw my chance!
I brushed past him, my skirt a-twirl.

My heart a-flutter, I’m his fangirl.

Alas! My show was all a waste
His eyes were glued to the bluish screen
My eyes scanned for a hint of a smile
When startling me, his phone went ringgg!
Soon she arrived, with a plumage of curls
And who stood watching? This silly fangirl

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I heaved a sigh , the two then hugged  Closing my eyes, I wished time halts
How long who knows.. i just stood there
As a loud bell rang, I awoke with a jolt
Rushed up the stairs, clutching the wall
Sad and forlorn, this sweet fangirl!

 Plopping down, I buried my face
“He has someone!” My insides broke
My head was a brick, eyes pools of tears
“Its gonna be alright,” my bestie spoke
Then she squealed, I thought ‘what a churl!’
While wallowing in pity, a distraught fangirl.

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But then I looked up, I let out a gasp
My bestie and I, our hands were a clasp
For who had walked in through that door
It was he! The new Math Professor!
Our eyes met, my mind was a whirl
Rejuvenated to life was the dead fangirl.

 

Love is in the Air

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“Will he remember me?” The eight year old asks. Her eyes glance nervously at her mom, a hand-made Valentine’s clutched between her fingers.

“Of course he will, my love!” Her mother assures her. The little girl stares at the portrait of her father mounted on the wall. “Mom says I have your eyes, dad..” she whispers, “I miss you dad, I don’t remember much of you except,,” she pauses, “You sang to me at bedtime….” Her face brightens, on a sudden thought.

“Was it Baby Beluga, mom?” She asks, filled with hope. Her mom nods, her voice choked. Forcing herself to smile, she prays for strength.

“See, I remember! Mom says I was just five when you…” Her words falter. She places the card on the tripod below the portrait. “Happy Valentine’s Dad!” She rushes off to make another one.

Her mom inches closer to her husband’s frame, “I got ice-cream and its the flavor you love,” she whispers conspiratorially, “and just like before, am gonna eat yours too!”

Does the portrait really listen? Does it even care?

Her tears are falling fresh and fast for love is in the air.

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Dreamy in her pristine white satin and veil, she gulps and shifts awkwardly

She cannot do this! She needs to run! She just isn’t ready!

Far across the aisle, she spots her groom, watching her intently. Her legs have turned to  stone.

When her father nudges her gently, “Answer your phone!”

Its her groom. “I know you wanna run,” he says, “let’s run away together.. Soon!

You can say ‘T do” later… but let’s have the honeymoon!”

She giggles and blushes, like the peach roses in her hair

And strides down the aisle to stand with him for love is in the air.

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Fragile, disheveled, the man always sat…. muttering in a corner

Folks spoke of how his love betrayed him for riches he could not buy

Left him desolate and raving mad. Yet he smiled at me as if he did not have a care

And shrieked in a hoarse, rattling tone, “Love is in the air!”

The big car swerved but he had jumped. Mangled, he lay on the road but I could barely shed a tear.

He must have thought this an apt occasion for love is in the air.

 

Frenzy (poem)

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Again, those nights of sheer ecstasy
Nights that always seem so new
The touch of his mouth on her craving one
Once a prayer in her heart
Now answered at last.

As the pleasure and pain seer her soul
Not a single sound escapes her lips
Till he possesses her entire being
Once and for all, he claims her free will.
Never hesitating, she makes the offering.

A giant serpent is he and entwines her
Nailing her down, he smirks with pride
Trembling, as his hands disrobe her
Over and over, she rejoices, she cherishes
Near-ecstatic, her teeth sink into his back.

A man she feels so complete with
Yet she knows not if he loves her
In her adoration, there are no lies
She does not demand, she only thanks her stars.
He takes, she gives. He rejects, she believes.

She believes he is a blessing sent her way
And she worships, like the undaunted sunflower that adores the sun,
She knows perhaps he will not stay
Yet deep in her heart, she feels they are but one.

The Supply

IMG-20191116-WA0010Amidst the din of the city that
Never seemed to sleep at night
There walked a silent maiden fair
One who rarely saw daylight.
‘Nightqueen’ they mocked her for she was a creature of the night.

As her tired body climbed the steps
Nearing her shabby, run-down lair
Timid, scared, her eyes did dart
On hearing footsteps.. that unnerving stare.
Touched by fingers icy cold, gasping, her throat she bared.

A night owl screeched, as if to warn
‘Now run!’ She thought, ‘its worth a try!’
“Too late!” He sneered, “Now you’re mine!”
Once more, she raised a feeble cry
Nail-sharp, his teeth claimed their supply.

A bright sun rose in a bloody pool
Nipping breezes started to pry
Through the single window that
Opened partly, peering at the sky
Nothing but his marks remained on his mangled, dead supply.

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SAUDADE

 

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It’s that time of the day again…. I sit back, close my eyes, and a deluge of memories descend upon me.

Memories of you…. my ode to you.

‘Saudade ‘ a beautiful word in a foreign language… if you only look it up, you’d know….

‘Saudade’, my feelings exactly… but how to explain feeling to one who shuns ?

How to show my soul to one who laughs at that reckless passion?

What do I do… except….  walk away.

Or so I think!

‘Saudade’ haunts, and I was never any good at calculated indifference
If I could only wrench those backdated feelings out of my core..
But then… I wonder.
If I did, who would know the difference between you and me?

‘Saudade’ might make me weak but I will last
Like a rock, unwavering, steadfast…
Like spring that waits for winter to retreat
Like the voice in your head, deafening but discreet.

And that voice speaks to you, if only you’d hear
For its that one call you eternally run from
Yet I see it crystal clear, like the light of day
That I am the shield to your every fear.

I will be repose when your tired soul aches
The light in me will shine so bright
Dispelling the darkness in both our beings
Give me ‘you’; and the world would seem just right

And if some day, say, ‘Saudade’ beckons you
I will still be where you left me.. still fierce, still true….

The Light Shines through

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The lotus stands alone, forlorn, in the dark waters of the lake
The black night around her, densely packed
With the chirping of critters, adding to the eeriness of the place.
But does the lotus care? She is pre-occupied, staring steadfastly at the dazzling moon
She strives to reach that silvery orb, she hopes, sighs and hopes again.

 

For she knows that the moon cares not for her existence
Yet, she adores his light, it soothes the restlessness in her soul
When his beams cast their magic on her quivering petals
She starts to shimmer, feeling his touch all over her being
She dances with delight, gently swaying in the playful breeze
Her grateful heart whispering a serenade as she worships her unattainable..

 

I ask the lotus, “Are you not a fool? Why waste your youth on the faraway moon…
That neither cares for the purity of your ardour, nor for the virtues that commit you to him?

 

Amused by my ignorant probes, she softly laughs and answers
“I adore the light that brightens my soul, I bow before that, it makes me who I am..
My beauty, my virtues, my passionate love
Soar toward him, as a silent prayer
He listens, he knows, he understands
And though the moon seems oblivious to you,
He answers my call when his light shines through.