Snow

Silvery flakes drifted down,

swirling in subtle light of the cloudy night.

silvery flakes landed on my feet,

chilled every nerve, every cell of me.

Those smiles

Flipping pages in his diary,
Seeing how much he loved me,
He,my father,nostalgic his car;
Comes back to my mind,those smiles.

The impolite night

tritina

A “tritina” style of poem is a contraction of the sestina to three stanzas of three lines (tercets), with a one-line envoy. The order of the line-ending words follows the same pattern as that of the sestina, so that they appear: 123, 312, 231 with the envoy as 123.

That night was impolite,
for it led to thinking in a manner,knotted
for my thoughts were the night’s colour, livid.

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Guilt free meal

I cry on the inside;
I shame myself on the inside.
But you wouldn’t notice ,
Wouldn’t notice that hidden deep down
my echoing laughter guilt hides,
Changing form to a sharp sharp blade.

Steal

 

This steel will steal,
my feal and my feel.
This steel will steal,
me from my home,real, for a petty rial.
This steel will steal,
my sequel and all i can do will be squeal.
This steel will steal,
for cruel humans looking for money’s deal.

This was a description that i wrote for the picture above , which was clicked by my sister Devanshi. check out her page for more such clicks.

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The Pushes

They mocked me, with their mud-filled mouths ,

They shamed me, with their soul-less swears 

They insulted me with their inert indecorous ideas

They degraded me with their damned demeanour