Vartika Pandey Poems
|1.||The Devourers Of Ecstasy||5/26/2013|
|2.||Demons Come Alive!||8/3/2013|
|4.||Abyss: The Peace Of Fall||11/23/2013|
|6.||The Aftermath Bliss||6/9/2013|
|7.||The Winds Are Gone||4/11/2014|
|10.||Flowers With Thorns||1/29/2014|
|11.||Ode To Agony||5/6/2013|
|13.||The Sonnet Of Hope||6/3/2013|
|14.||Rejoice My Funeral!||6/3/2013|
|15.||If Colors Exist||1/12/2014|
|16.||Murder Of Sentiments||6/18/2013|
Murder Of Sentiments
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.
I declare it to be
A delusional tragedy
Sung infused with disgust
And the immortal grief.
They rejoice their happy songs
When I still ask back my sanity.
As I look at my unlucky stars
The dimmest in the skies lying far
Look within me now
And see how empty people are!
How people are who feed on themselves
How are those who have lost their senses
Whose dreams demise
Like the summer morning ...
The Devourers Of Ecstasy
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.
Oh! My ecstasy has been murdered and devoured upon,
So I shall reside in the ravages of ghastly haunts.
How do I address the predators of my own bliss?