24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
beeswax
and honeycomb,
sunlight syrup pouring from a tap,
the little step on which I stood to turn the bin,
the burr of spinning frames, the whole scent of summer was
beeswax
slicked along a spool of thread, the burr of blades through paper piles,
the chair I bought to help my back; the whole scent of summer is
sunlight pouring through tall windows,
book glue, and
beeswax.
Words seem empty
And they can betray
Pushing things to the edge
Knowing my faults
The horror sinks in
You would no longer be near
Filled up with remorse
If it’s worth, I am sorry
Turning in to a monster
You know very well
Our love is on the line
I want you beside me
I wish I can say that
The hurt I have caused you
And the pain I have put you through
A fear which grows inside me
Of losing you forever
I still make mistakes and mess up
But the only mistake I will regret
Is the one, one where I lose you
So here I come to you in shambles
Hope you see, that I want you forever
That I love you
I hold on to these strings of words.
Hour – 17
In this world full of charms
i may not be the best
Yet certainly, I’m not like the rest
a path wide enough
for only two of us to walk abreast
The feelings the emotions
No real love just the lust
Failed to learn the maneuvers
Mocked by the dirty trickers
Trying to kill my innocence
every action under a surveillance
Trying to overcome the resentment
Ignored the Prophecy
Fell prey to Destiny
It’s not as easy as I assumed
To conserve the world from being doomed
I guess I was wrong
To fix the cold world
Fill the warmth of love
Is not going to be easy as the task
Yet, I am happy with the suffering
The cost i paid for honesty is vast
In this world full of fallacies
I may not be the best
But at least I am not like the rest
Aditi Dixit
Twinkles in the sky
Songs simple and sweet
Darkness with little light
Brightness only with absence
Glows with reflection
Twinkles in the sky
Conjurer of crows
you sabotage the saboteur
in all of us.
Though you’ve never gone to war
you’re
Psyche’s Soldier
i see you training every morning
airboxing the west wind
jumping through hoops
kicking dams and cyclones
you get it:
put the body through
utter turmoil
so that the heart
never has to go to war
Conjurer-
Ever hear the one about the white wolf?
There was a woman of extraordinary beauty
She was desired by every man
But there were none who could attract her attention
She was often seen walking in the woods
Where she would gather berries
And was most happy in the shade of the trees
Her suitors were not so patient
They wanted to possess her
And claim the most beautiful wife in the land
One day she was in the forest
When she heard the distinctive barks of hunting dogs
To her horror, they were chasing after her
She ran quickly through the trees
Her foot was cut on a stone
And she tried to hide as best she could in a cave
She whispered a prayer
“Please help me escape”
A voice replied, “What would you do to escape?”
She turned to see a black wolf in the cave
It bowed its head, and repeated
“What would you do to escape?”
“Anything,” she whispered, “Anything.”
The wolf plodded forward
And pressed his head into her palm
The hunting dogs were shocked
When a white wolf ran at them
Snarling, baring their teeth, a black wolf silent beside them
Their lords were found later
Throats ripped out
Left scattered between the trees
The woman was never seen again either
But sometimes, if you are wandering the forest
You will see a white wolf
Sleep, that’s all I want to do today!
I shall tolerate no distractions, for I shall lay a curse on any one who wakes me up.
No knocks on the door nor cries for help, ask someone else for I shall not answer.
If there is a fire , a flood or an earthquake, if it can’t shake me awake then it is not serious enough.
Do not wake me up for any reason for all I want to do to day is sleep.
Birdsong
birdsong
cheery twatter
morning light trigger
some squabbles, some swagger, some sugar
request and response
chirpy commotion
birdsong
He must not like books,
but he thinks he likes me.
Strange fool that he is.
Or was… Really?
Is that still the reason
for all this gang stalking?
All upset after 40 years
because I refused to
wave in your parade?
Did Harry come to Megan
and say “We’re getting married.”
one day, just out of the blue?
Prince of nothing! How dare you impose
your son of a hag everyone knows
upon my life and my world!
Your right to the pursuit of happiness
is NOT actually, on any level
meant to allow your pursuit of me.
My name is Joy, yes, a word
similar to happiness…
So, did the AG say it was OK?
Does it exist in some federal policy
somewhere in the banal depths
of that haint white house?
Maybe it does. Maybe I was woven
into the pork fat of some
well fettered bill.
You people! You pests!
You infantile brats without a shred
of sanity! Just couldn’t let me be.