Light Tears
The morbid darkness
has returned.
The wind sings
to the dancing
barren branches.
All that is finite is silent.
Possibilities roam around
the quietened corridors,
travellers knock on closed doors,
as the wind chime wails in agony
from the merciless beating from the wind.
Silently,
quietly,
hiding
the face of darkness
in a corner of light,
the heavy tear of wax rolls down
the lit lamp of a lonely day.
*first version appeared in Poetry Potion
Listening (to the heart)
Should I listen to you?
Should I listen to you once more?
You?
Of all people?
The most flawed, most errant person I know.
I am in trouble again.
You are in trouble once more
You that cries when you should laugh;
that hurts when there are no wounds;
that cannot tell right from wrong.
The storm in my summer,
the smoke in my once cloudless eyes,
the ice in my winter voice,
the losing gambler in my casino of joy.
So full of hope, potential
yet afraid
-of yourself.
So simple, plain
yet entangled
-within yourself.
Should I trust you?
You apologise even before you falter.
You beg before you even try.
You whimper before the whip is even lifted.
Should I trust you?
Bio: Shiksha Dheda uses poetry(mostly) to express her OCD and depression roller-coaster ventures. Sometimes, she dabbles in photography, painting, and baking lopsided layered cakes.
Her work has been featured (on/forthcoming) in Off Menu Press, The Daily Drunk, The Kalahari Review, Brave Voices, Anti-heroin Chic, Versification, and elsewhere. Twitter: @ShikshaWrites
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