The sunlit home
The face in the mirror stared
at an empty poker face
As the sunlit room dishes out
scented freedom into my closed space
Busily wringing my neck
was the tie’s tortuous knot play
I wish my mom was awake
to save her son on a red letter day
Sentimental Signs
As the empty
corridors echoed
with
the dance of dwarfish feet
The
dead soul of a school came alive
as
the tune got set to a mystic offbeat
Walking
through the same old
weather
beaten giant rosewood door
My
nose wrinkled against the antique
aroma
mingled with vinyl ; sadly so sour.
Among the four walls
Buzzing with life was the walled class
sunday flea market reflected on scene
Without regret the noise blared
to achieve it was a task no mean.
Abrupt silence struck the children
with the famed Hitler’s smirk
slicing away glee’s soul clean.
Hastily time froze over the place
with every second at an hour’s pace
Young Brutus
As
brutus portrayed a dreaded face
clutching
his report, lost in a haze.
Whispers
now spread like wild fire
of
his famed yet startling failure
lying
before his majesty’s volatile ire.
The
drivel emptied in the papers
now
grinned at his dismal state
As my eyes groped for
broken pride
only tears I traced ; It was already late!!
My Quirky life
Peeping at the closed file of horror
with crossed fingers I anxiously await
His last trial our excellency held
as troubled luck tasted a feeble fate.
Dumbstruck I stared as his hand
scribbled the agonizing death note.
Sinking was my ship into awful waters
as history repeated with undying rote
The Ode
In his broken voice
as brutus croaked
“
Joy!!even you share my murky doom??!!”
I beamed in answer
a sly smile
his
scarlet eyes oozing a river of gloom.
Shouldering
his troubled soul as I stood
“
between mirth and melancholy even if sore
you
too brutus can partake my joy
for,
nothing else is there to loose anymore “.
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