Vartika Pandey

For an attempt to begin such verse
I must abstain from any meter.
There has also been a murder of rhythm,
Amongst the other sentiments.
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Some eyes behold, some deject
All likelihood that colors exist.

Black takes no other hue.
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I be in dark when my eyes close
I be in dark when my eyes open
I be feeble, scratching over my scars
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Prayers of love may fade in strife
Flowers of heaven may never bloom inside
A thing of beauty may not joy provide
But summons of death can never kill life.
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The heavens are dim
And the ambiance sings
The culprit’s cacophonies.
A lady lies lifeless
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The end and the beginning of wars of existence
When the darkness reigns just to evanescence
I have slain my nocturnal brethren
To mourn the arrival of daylight demons.
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In that niche
So dark and deep
I found that delicacy
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Descending upon the throbbing flesh like a serpent
With venom exploding
From each bit of thy deceiving, stupefying frame
I view thee, as an offering
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The scorching sun and barrenness
Lifeless, no movement.
The cheerful rustling of leaves,
Their whispering, storytelling
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You keep smothering
My enthusiasm, empathy, emotions
Your imprudent fear
Of losing control over these notions
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Deserts shall not have a foliage by mild showers.
Gods let rain fall on them who may bloom flowers.
But mine shall always be a crimson, blood-drenched hand
For my fate not lies in garlands, not desert sands.
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The remnants of the gone storms
Remind us of the deeds done wrong
We collect the ashes of our lost faith
Bury the pieces of our fading songs.
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The curtains on the windows fall
To shroud the sweet scent of roses
And make the moon look gall
There are times I forget to pray
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A mere notion of her would’ve been enough
To enthrall her in his artistic being
So intricately carved, I beheld
The otherwise piece of leaden rock.
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I sensed a barren land of gloom
Of slain inhabitants, I could assume
But never was there a solid ground
I had lost sight, kept plunging down.
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Certain fires die before their time
Extinguished, never meant to say.
Certain things only absorb, not reflect
Anything, white, black or grey.
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