Out Of Denial

Flying blind in the realms of darkness

Is a soul so torn, lost in madness;

But denial is the citadel she has built for herself

Refusing to let go of her decimated self.

Rendition of life, ripples of past

All have some dark spell cast;

Luring her to a sparkling Mangata,

Feeding on her grieving platter.

But torn she is, not defeated yet

Unknown to all, she has now put a self-bet.

Breaking the walls of denial with a sneer

She now wanders to find acceptance’s lair.

Hath no power like a scorned woman

How dark would she be, once out of the gloomy den?

-Vaisakhi Mishra

The Queen

The walls sing to her a symphony dry

Of life that flutters by her closed window pane

And some dim lit lamps blatantly glorify

The ageless wait for her lover in a luxurious den

She has a story to tell

The one of big halls but closed doors

Of colours and hues

And grandeur but also blues

A story of a girl full of life

But who lost herself in some vain strife

For name maybe that of a queen

But reality is grave and often unseen

Her face is now shadowed by a lull

But tearing her apart is a raging storm

What had she got in name of fortune’s call

A caged bird she was to be part of some historic form.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

REVENGE

Stunned, she watches him leave.
Fire melts her down
As an airy knife
Cuts her heart into two
A half that loves
And a half that hates
She waits for revenge-

In the dark of night
In his fancy abode
She glides like light
With blood shot eyes
Holding her pernicious half-

Playing with the lights
Guiding the windy tides
In a playful star lite night
She plays with his trepidation
Riding, a chandelier-

At the strike of one
She lets out a scream
Collaging the moments
She had spent with him
She loosens the noose of the hang
And his heart is plunged!
She laughs like a vengeful rose.


-VAISAKHI MISHRA


P.S.-this is my 1st dark write ever....just wanted to give this genre a try...plz be frank n lemme know how it is...ur commnts will help me improve....:)