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...:)...

DEPRESSION

this one was written 2 or 3 yrs back.wrote it 4 ma coll magzn....n just clarifying...i m not depressed....its just a thought....

Life has become a bonded labour now,

Happiness has gone into self exile.

Dark clouds of sorrow and grief,

Have been sent by melancholy,

To wash away all the bright memories.

All that are left with me are-

The dull silent cords of depression.

As augured by fates,

There will be no more laughter.

The bourn of joyful times is now sunken forever.

Though the steel white sun still shines,

It enlightens only my pains and sufferings.

So I surrender myself now

And embrace depression with my mocked but last smile….

-VAISAKHI MISHRA