A tale of two crimes

I once heard of a tale,

A man who killed his neighbor,

And stole all the fruits of his labor.

It made me weep with sorrow,

What will happen of this cruel society tomorrow?

 

I once sat upon my window sill,

I saw an act of nature, if you will.

A pigeon toiled day and night to make its nest in my window,

And once when his eggs lay in the nest, came a crow.

Nonchalantly it took the eggs with it

and began to take apart the twigs for his own nest, ah the wit!

I thought no further of this act,

Until one day I began to wonder,

How the man and the crow, their acts were not very different.

Perhaps one had a conscience, the other was indifferent.

 

– Sneha Pathak

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The garden near the graveyard

Meander

The cherry blossoms bloomed dutifully,
In the garden that stood opposite the graveyard, so beautifully.
The pretty pebbled road to the garden gate
Meandered slowly to the place where people met their ultimate fate.
The cool wind that solemnly blew the dust from the top of the graves,
Blew the hair of little children playing, to blissful ignorance, they were slaves.
The dirt where the fallen men lay peacefully,
Was just 50 steps way from where young men jogged hastily.
Farcically trying to prolong their days,
Calmly ignoring the inevitable long night that lay.
Whispered promises of undying love in the grass,
Lay there on the other side rotting as carcass.
People buried little seeds, planting saplings in the mud, a sign of renewal
While some buried bodies, and called life cruel.
The sun sets poetically on one corner of the garden of eternal rest,
While the people return home, renewed with a new zest.
I marvel at their willful ignorance and optimism
Their desire to hold on
Even though before their eyes
Lies the fact that all will be lost.

Subtle signs

Inkling

It happened so suddenly,

I can’t remember it perfectly.

However, when all I ended up talking about was you

When every moment with you, bought vigor new.

When the songs began to make sense,

When around you, I was always on fence.

When I spent hours looking for your birthday gift,

When I stared at you from the corner of my eye in the lift.

When whatever you did was perfect to me,

When watching you smile, made me go weak in the knee.

When I stayed up all night thinking of what you said on the phone,

When I looked forward to our moments alone.

When your name popped in my mind writing the poetry above,

I had an inkling, I was in love.

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Midnight conversations

Today’s prompt – Conversation

The music was loud, the words were few

I couldn’t find my friends, all the faces were new.

I scanned the room, our eyes met for a moment

She looked at me and looked away, a little hesitant.

The noise was too much, I couldn’t hear myself think

I stepped outside, for fresh air, and saw a vision in pink.

It was the same set of eyes, I had seen inside

I smiled at the woman beside.

Two strangers tired of trying to fit in the crowd,

We decided to go somewhere not so loud.

While the world cheered at midnight,

I admired her pale face glowing under the faint streetlights.

Walking around the city, talking about everything and nothing,

I found the one thing that my life was missing.

While I did not have a grand celebration,

I found something better in that night’s conversation.

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Succumb

Succumb

 

Tonight the monsters don’t haunt, they whisper

Whisper the verses that fill the blank pages

Tonight, I let them out of their cages.

Tonight, my cheeks aren’t wet, no dried tears

Tonight, the ink sings my deepest fears.

The suppressed pain comes out tonight,

Tonight, I will not put up a fight.

Tonight, I will no longer feel numb,

I’ll feel the pain and succumb.

Love and its glory

Glorious

 

Crated carefully with stolen glances and shy smiles,

When every moment without them seems vile.

Brushing fingers that turns to warm embrace,

The definition of ultimate beauty becomes their face.

When a moment away from them seems like a decade,

When their little indifference cuts like a blade.

When nights of sweet nothings, turn to screaming and cries,

when words of romance are replaced with lies.

When tears and smiles alternate often,

When your strong heart finally softens.

When the pleasure and the pain both you have seen,

When you think of what it was, and what it could’ve been.

Regardless of the ending, the story is marvellous,

Cruel as it may be, love is glorious.

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