MYTH




Was I a part of your empurpled theory?

Or a part of your taradiddle story!

Your story full of magniloquence,  

Of a world abounding in pretentions.


I did not want to reach out to the moon nurturing passion's treasures,

I wanted to just gently hold the sunshine to let the golden beams blossom in pleasure.


Dictated rules hurt, squabble and bid away peace,

The heart full of hopes flickers, suffocates to finally cease,

Potted plants fake a smile and disdainfully shake , 

Hypnotic leaves engulfing like the sinuous snakes.


Dusk brings in memories, so like the tempestuous sea, 

My cup empty, still waits for the possible old chamomile tea,

Nothing appeases nor calms,

Stormy inside, the bleeding wounds thrive on misfortune's balm,

The tea, sugarless and bland, gets cold,

The cold tightens and warmly holds.


The moon gradually rises

I bathe in its silver, shaking away traces of thee,

Washing away all bitternes in the mellow light,  

Taking the last sip of venom in that endless night, 

I surrender to all your fallacious sentences,

Wreathed in your myths, my forever quiet voice defeated silence!!!


©®Madhumita