The Poetry Marathon

I love me a biscuit

That puts up a fight

Before surrendering

To the incessant attacks of incisors

And crumbles and powders-

A fortress in a siege, falling

Like Humpty Dumpty from a wall,

Or Jenga blocks stacked up too tall.

Who said victory isn’t sweet?

The day looks bleak

More bleak days to come.

Dear me! How sad are times!

Don’t let the bleak sadness

Drag you under. Don’t flounder.

Don’t be afraid to blunder

Do not fear the thunder

It is the lighting that kills and burns

And turns men to ashes.

I thought a thought

I said it not

My life’s a maze of poems

And thoughts unspoken.

From silence to more silence

Not for the lack of thoughts

But for the love of silence

An unconditional affinity

For the lack of noise.

Ring ring ring

In sleep’s warm arms I lay

I hear thee not

In sweet slumber soft

But you ring ring ring

While the Blackbirds sing

Into the mellow morning mist

Perched upon dew laden branches.

I drift oblivious

Like a babe rocking in a cradle

Through the delicious land of dreams.

Hi, I am Arundhathi from India. I have just finished High School and I am looking forward to doing an undergraduate degree in English literature. I think of poetry as a means of not only expressing myself but also as an instrument of understanding myself and the wide world. I am seriously looking forward to this matathon- this is my first one. My favourite poet is Sylvia Plath and her works have had a great influence on my own writing.