It was really an exhilarating surprise @writersnetwork ....thanks a ton for the very kind repost ❤️
F U N E R A L
raindrops are stuck on my window glass,
and some are still rolling off the roof.
on a grey-toned day, no birds sing on my broken walls, and rusted gate. cars cross carrying rings of light on their heads, outside yet, people cover themselves in dark coats.
papers lie empty, losing their feels, drying up, while many torn out and crumbled in frustration.
I wide open the windows to wipe the poignant silence inside my room. frosty winds crash in the void, turning back the leaves of my book.
the nostalgia leaks, drenching my mind spilling a clear tear off my sooty eyes.
I remember the day, you held my hands out in rain, said you'll stay with me forever. your clothes soaked in words and promises. maybe, you were the Poetry, eternal.
I used to dream with you, on my insomniac nights and we sat together on white sheets. you told me stories about the mystical worlds, and I drew you on my heart with ink.
but the time, corrugated me a man, cold and numb and you kept blushing, but with frailer hues, and succumbed. that tattoo on my heart ached, one cabalistic day when you closed your eyes, in your grave.
it's been a year since your funeral, and I haven't felt any season for a long time. is the scent of burning wood covering the sky? or maybe you're still alive inside my mind?
I step out in the ground, to see the rainbow between clouds of grief, blooming like a wildflower. looks like they're made with pieces of your soul, born out of your beautiful colours.
so I pick some fresh flowers from my garden to keep 'em inside the book, your graveyard.
//For me you were the poetry. And still I can feel you everywhere//
The world was fast asleep The wind slipped through my window I had many secrets to keep The secret fairy arrived to know If I had to tell her something She quietly came near me Feeling that I was asleep on my bed Putting the small little magical wand on my head Reading the magical spell And going to read my mind Though she couldn't find She was upset and terrified Because I was awake that night And had unclosed her fairy secret
This is my submission for my challenge that I've hosted over my account #sur_title_ch :')
Thanks to all those who participated...you guys are doing a wonderful work ❤️
I've used all the odd-numbered titles as my poem lines (sorry I know it's kinda like a cheating )
Here it goes:
The car horns have been ringing, Inside my head out loud, lately. All those raspy crashes behind Whom I don't dare to see Make me think, "In the crowds of insanes, am I the only one okay?"
The whole day, I've been standing At the edge of bridge, staring down at My reflection, trembling in the cold stream. Clouds keep turning, a shade darker Every minute, on this monsoon noon.
How desparately, I wanted to fly, But people keep putting Nails on my butterfly wings. As the stream grows into a blurry mirror, Like a monster breathing smoke in deep; My reflection fades away from the wrinkly water.
You come and meet me in the dusk, With your eyes watery, with the cigar smoke. My stars of dreams keep blooming in the sky, While you tell me how sad you feel for me. But the stars keep showering Starlight over your blind eyes, Although, you could never see my inside. I suffocate in the second hand smoke, for a moment Then I feel fresh, as soon as you leave.
After the nightfall, ghosts tell me stories About deadly men, like --- "Once upon a crime......" in their cold voices. They haunt me so much, Awakening beats of a broken heart, somewhere in my chest. Silence becomes the midnight seller of secrets, When I dive in the stream, into the ripples. To meet my spirits, to meet the truths.
I close my eyes, and I find myself in my bed, See myself drenched in the daylight. This time, I walk that bridge again but With headphones, playing a (self) love song; Ignoring all the sirens, to the other side, To where I meant to be.
Once upon a crime, When Avalon explosion was some million year back, When homos were still evolving, Early women did a terrible thing gave their mates a level up freedom, On the brink of sacrificing themselves And the world separated, The strong, brave man and Weak, incapable woman, children and handicapped Is Women handicap of man!? Draupadi was despised in whispers, and ashamed out loud Kunti was unheard, No one noticed, Sati was her own choice And even Sita wasn't saved from these invisible fires This ancestral mistake turned heinous ritual, protecting criminals behind Roots become so firm, pity ones were often crushed The chain enlarged, evil spread In this race of criticizing, Women too joined, forgetting their own existence Forgetting the DNA in their veins, And voices of their soul That were still of a 'woman' But over the new evolution, Some changed the mistakes of early days, Some created new ones, But this time, war is from both sides, No! We aren't kids. Not handicapped. Not inferior. Not less. Not half. Not impure. We are one. We are strong. We are proud. Let's triumph this battle And end 'once upon a crime' @vaishnavi_09 ------------------------×------------------------------- P.s- A bit long. But if you still read whole. Thank you so mch! Avalon explosion- When single cell multiply to form frst multicellular organism. A really unique nd amazing challenge by - @thesparklingpoetry Hope you like it nd it's apt. #challange#onceuponacrime#sur_title_ch#vaishreads @odysseus@raven63@thoughtfull_writer@randomaccess