The Boulevard

Sparsely crowded

The familiar boulevard I walk

Not one knows my name.

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Lost

Wisp of darkness looms around,

Stealing the dusk off the ground;

While lost in reminiscence of the day past by

She gazes aimlessly at the starless sky.

Fiddling with her old rusty locket,

Stretched she lies, on a verdant bed.

Alone she was from the very start

But least she wanted to be this world’s part.

The descant of people fading leaves her pondering deep,

While a surging familiar loneliness takes her by a sweep.

Yes: she walks, smiles and talks just like she always did,

But little by little, piece by piece she only faced defeats.

Strong and bold, but hollowing so;

Tranquility lost with every blatant blow.

Innocence of spirit to grow and fuse

But virtue lost in this disdain deluge.

All she wanted - to be one of them

A pawn she remained in this wicked game.

A dam of endurance now broken all,

Floods the smile of this porcelain doll.

She braces herself for a sleepless night

And witnesses the fading silver light;

Again she rides high on her daily lies

Orphan she was always, but now she cries.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

P.S. - Picture Courtesy - Google Baba

Dying Dream

The mellow eyes quietly sing

To a slowly dying ethereal dream,

To stay some more and breathe to her

And not let her fall back to a lonely wall.

A caged bright bird flaps to dance,

To splash the beady drops of love

That form and slip off the glass,

Of her darkened lonely walls.

A broken heart prays for love to come,

And be the key to her self closed room,

And dance for a while in a starry night,

And break the fence of the lonely walls.

The hopeful face calmly sleeps,

Hoping her dream would come real once

And lift her again in its arms of love

And make her leave the lonely walls.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

p.s.- prompt "the lonely" by christina perri....

Song of Melancholy...

Pale fingers playing on the strings

Of a cold and timeworn violin.

Misty night and dead old trees,

Sway to her song of melancholy.

Screaming and wailing her silent thoughts,

Frozen tears on the violin chords-

Emote-soulful music she plays,

All night long, till the silver fades.

Rendition of notes builds a beautiful delusion,

Only to shatter on her lover’s tomb.

Beneath the moonlight, in Mystic Falls,

Her stoic self wraps a heart with tears.

To calm her fears

To find way back home

She returns with music, every night,

To her lover’s age old tomb.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

ps-picture prompt, courtesy-allpoetry.com
     Mystic Falls- an imaginary place close to all VD lovers...:)...

MY LONELINESS...

IN A DARKENED ROOM
I TURNED AROUND
AND FOUND YOU STANDING BEHIND ME.
UNDESIRABLE, YET OMNIPRESENT
IT WAS YOU, MY LONELINESS.

YOU FIND YOUR WAY
THROUGH WEBS AND CHAINS
OF IMMENSELY CROWDED PATHS
TO REMIND ME , I AM NOT ALONE
YOU ARE THERE WITH ME, ALWAYS
MY LONELINESS!

ALONE YOU ROB ME OFF THE GLEEFUL RAY

AND SET ME UNDER A GLOOMY DOME.

STILL YOU BE A STERN COMPANION
AND LET ME NOT BE ALONE
O YOU, MY LONELINESS!

TILL THE TETHER END OF LIFE

I HAD NO ONE BUT YOU.

FATES CARVED MY STEPS SO HIGH
NO ONE DID REACH ME BUT YOU.
EVEN NOW WHEN I LAY UNDER THE GREEN WORLD,
I AM STILL ACCOMPANIED BY YOU-
YES YOU, MY DEAR LONELINESS!

-VAISAKHI MISHRA