Ashes in the Wind

And here comes the dusk uninvited to the burning ground

Breaching hesitations covered with the red tears

Ashes in the wind, trying to find a home in this dark abyss

All that smoke can be – to wander in its rusty nomadic home

Sparks from the fumes where the smoky flames were kindled

All that fire could torch was the form of expression

The forbidden bushes where denial rules and writhes

As a light feather the soul floats wandering paralyzed

Leaving transparent shadows of mysterious reality

The winds have covered a thousand cries beneath

A roaring widow, a hissing mother of a single child

Grappling with the wounds, assuming the being will survive

Look deep within the hollow immortal, give a reason to exist

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Daily Prompt: Flames
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Cluttered head

There are knots of thoughts
In every corner of my brain

Some needed clutter
And the ache of strain

Unfolding some
Dumping the other

With every passing day
Its only crumbling further

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

An Untold Story

Painted Canvasses without blood
The desires dried dripping

Poured on demon like floors
Couldn’t devour the soul

The paints screamed for a wall
When kerosene washed them away

Brushes lie on the stained cotton
Looking at the easel in the corner

Silks stacked away, a story of life
Painted in crimson, clear blue

Incomplete it rested
Complimenting rags shoved in the carton

It only looked like she did not care
Neither did she look back once,

As her life was on a run, yearning
Meaning and fun, in wrong places

Years passed away, not realising
Once best friends were peeping, calling

Attention, care and caresses
Ready to be used up and thrown

So they could get a home
On the incomplete canvasses

Waiting to complete the story untold
A place where they truly belonged

*If my incomplete paintings, and the paints had feelings, they’d be really missing me*

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Been so Long

The orchids have stayed for long in my books
I do not even remember him opening the hooks
Been so long
He’s been┬áso late
Admitting, contemplating – its been an awful wait..

*My experiments with Limericks*

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Happy Endings..

Stayed
With the bruises for long

Been
In pain throughout

Futile efforts
Chasing my dreams

Wandering alone
The silence screams

Empty,
Without love were vases

Until you walked
Filling blank spaces

Muted

Flower
Colored the deserts

Did not know how

Abandoned,
No longer now!

Dated: Sept 5, 2014

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj

Sleepless Nights

I sit and cry every night
I want to live and want to fight

I want to give up
And I as well might

I sit back up
switch on the light

Sorrow, pain, fear in my gripe
Clutch stiffens with every hype

Calm myself down
Turn to a smile from frown

My pains are small
Others suffer and fall

I have to rise high
Strings of desire I untie

Weed me out and throw
Reap what you sow

Positivity I seed
Like a baby’s feed

Absorb and flower
Wait for another shower

Fruits of a lovely blossom
No conditions and caution

Tears turn into blushes
And the shiver rushes

From clams to calms
Sleep again with closed palms

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj