Her Memories

Her Memories

My blood hissed like a snake, poised for the strike,
with its abode intruded by feet that have
appeared too close without any respite,
still her haunting memories remain undeterred!

Rather they seem to grow bolder with time,
their footsteps growing too in confidence,
perhaps they know that this poison of mine
can neither kill nor even wound her memories!
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Mutation

Mutation

This is the cost of falling in love with the night,
the skin growing paler in absence of the sun
and mind becoming phobic of the noise, outside
and as the silence breaks it grows weary and numb!

A silly rebellion against the norm, evolved
through the span of humankind’s existence on earth,
like an anomaly within, still unresolved
inside the throbbing walls of an inquiring heart!

But like all things here, this too has come for a price;
shades have grown invisible with no cone left in the eye!

The Half Moon

The Half Moon

The half moon beckons me tonight
to abandon the comfort of my home
and be one with the darkness on the streets.

Unlike the day, the city is silent
like a dream and the roads are empty too,
most of its dwellers gone to sleep.

Except one or two astray Owls,
like me, who forsook the joy of sleeping
for the love of silence and solitude.

Let the Larks sleep in blissful ignorance,
we have the moon to guide us in our flight
and stars to charm us with delight!