Strange howls, dark cold alleys
close no told mysteries
stories in the stipulating quiet,
through the case to book shelf
down the flickering lights in the study,
a tale of a poet in parchments;
an inscribed reel in her heart
drowned in shredded pieces of ancient
poetry as she scribbled in quiet liquid strides
The flimsy gray is lost in memories,
patched moments; a prelude to the wind
christening cynical smiles drawn close
in remembrance of her youth….
Drawn like climes full of sunshine,
her smile tells of faded joys in
careful patches; afraid that nuance
might get in the way, so is her pride
now salvaged in old shreds and random
scribbles lost in a twilight lest she flees
before the blazing light!!
“Forbid all my joys”, she screams in anger–
for all told and lived, her sorrows age,
through the folds on her skin, her glimmering hands
chorused in a tumultuous song, a song of life
This is her redemption almost fading in closed
calligraphy from the rain, now astound in a monument
that she might be remembered….
How cruel life can be!