eye
thou was sleep; and i was the eye who longed for thy.
as i see
the trees still, move by the faster grey browns blur..
as i see crowds pausing and
and singing a clamor of an opera as i see one of me on me
with wretch with rage
with a emptiness, i see.
as i sec the skies white and bright
as the sun took the throne
and with the years of moments, o so many, passing by; it melting into the pink and violet skies crowned the moon
i saw all of it as the day passed
bringing the the night long awaited as i could close me and cherish thy
but then i sec you run away from me,
untie it all and leave in a mirage i never thought of and i marry my old friend, that are tears
who come and see me as i wrinkle and close myself in your musing
and then they spread kissing my cheeks and spreading in the night beneath me.
wind
And one day, the winds
Of siesta hours came from the south east
It was a cool breeze, when maria was lost in the tune
Of a foreign song on her, beloved gramophone
Which stopped as the wind wanted to have a talk,
It was tempted to sing a song to her she recalled,
She recalled it being in a hurry as it had to headaway
To skies not known
It sang a nostalgic clamor, a song of the heart
A song of kisses for nothing
A song like poetry, a song like no other; she said
It went like “what is even life, if it is bereft you?
The flowers bloom and the heart wilts
The heart ashes, when the cotton water from above tilts;
There’s a void now, that you have left
The void where I gave your place to three thing that I have
Pain, tears, and tuneless sound of the rusty guitar
I hope you pardon me for that
I remember how you looked at me, the little strawberry mark
That I had on my chin which you adored,
Now that thy is wordless
I shall revere thy, and persuade the little idiot
Which is my heart about your being, about your well being
From the way I breathe”
It sang the things she scribbled in the last page
Of her math book, when she was 15 summers old
And how greenness and love parted
A strange wind it was she said, in the end
Another scream
Another day
Another place
People being appalled,
Disgusted, and helpless
People being sickening
Monstrous and inhumane.
Victimizing the innocent, the faultless
A young man going to work, a child departing from school
A milkman on the way, and a recluse with his cigar
The eyes under the dark veils withered
And turned violet,
Crying for help,
Shattered, fatally bare, bawling
& helpless; every minute.
Let it be
let the tresses be untied
Let them rest over your face,
Making a crescent moon
Just let them be, just leave them
Let the sun rest on your palm,
Making the night for the red moon,
Which bleeds to adorn your palm; and feet
Making it fragrant, let it be...
Let the curtains remain closed for a longer while today,
Let the night of rest, the day full of siesta hours be
Let your resplendent face rest on my chest,
While I sing you with my eyes
Just let everything rest, just let everything be.
Night
The night is passing by
And the wait elongates
Sleepless; yet the night flies
The promises tall made, easily slipped off the head
The candle refuses to douse
As the eye is opened wide
As the night passes by...
The eve of rift, unfortunate is upon
As the body hovers and beckons thy in cry
The eyes remain unquenched
And the night just passes by; like it holds a dusk
And endless dusk
Snow White & The seven dwarves
The mirror mirror on the wall,
Of many blue blooded winters and of the wretched fall,
Was spelled by a priest, to lie
For the evil god mother to be satisfied, to be fed
she beckoned her step daughter often, this time
with a poisoned fruit. She sent her to her void
where she resided in the cottage where her recluse self lived;
she met the famous seven dwarves there
one was called despondent, one awaited death
another one was called agony, and the other one called pain
the one who always accompanied her in the cottage was called cries
her favorite one was siesta, and one who looked her from afar was happy
she embraced them all, as they entered within her
and left to an unknown smoky juncture, with paths not known, and bereft any prince.
Nafeesa
I lied around in the summer spring once,
Roofless, in the backyard.
And she, with her anklet conversing the air
And humming a folklore and a tint of zeal
Came to me, sat besides me and pushed my uneven long hair back
Arranged my silver earrings; came to me, and dragged me outside
When I was in the company of the blue wide, and solitude
We sat together sharing good laughs; and held a moment of love
As we caressed each other’s faces, slowly, with eyes closed.
We saw a bit more into each other, through the soul’s aperture
And love’s eye; near the riverine of tears
Somewhere away we went, in our own stratosphere.
Foreigner
The typical smell of bleach
And of the clothes washed and pressed,
Greeted a passerby, who left with the sense of
Familiarity.
A cup of sugary double creamed tea
Got closer to him and starred,
Directly in his eye,
as he blew it’s fragrant steam hot.
He once sighed in the same room, he remembers,
In the days of summer.
Now his tired, pale yellow and red eyes
Carelessly looked around, felt like it was ages
He looked around and the dusty fan, was still performing
His routine old clamored song.
He dipped in wistfulness, the popular word nostalgia they say;
In his dining room.
He cried a tear or two, as he embraced an age old hearty glee
Locking the doors of his void.
Shreyaa Tandel is a self-established poet, or you can say amateur poet, from India. Her poems "Inadvertently Alive", "Virgin" and "Blackhole" have been published in the blue pages lit, and vamp cat magazine respectively. When she isn't writing or is glued in front of a computer/cell phone screen, she spends time singing north Indian classical music and reading the Bhagwad Gita and pretending very hard to be happy, even though she isn't. You can reach her at shreyaatandel1526@gmail.com
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