Category: POEMS

Dream

Behind the skin curtain
On the iris stage,
The ensemble of actors
Readied themselves
For a performance forgotten
As the drapes opened.

-Dream

Sanjana Varma

Things I wish to bottle

Things I wish to bottle

A drop of sunset
dissolving into the ocean.
The smell of books
Petrichor with
a note of brewing coffee.

The warmth of my mother’s embrace.
Wind chiding my hair.
The bliss of sleep.
Butterflies in my stomach.
First love’s rush
The heady scent
of freshly cut grass.
Early morning mist
That kisses the trees.
and perfectly risen cakes.

The waves playing tag
With your feet.
Feel of sand between
your toes,
That leaf floating
On the river, wild and free.

Sanjana Varma

Doomsday Express

(Pic credits: dangerousminds.net)

Doomsday Express

Sky announced its displeasure
For the pressure, we put on Earth without measure!
The water of wrath unsheathed from Nimbus
Send bipeds to shelters with a fuss!
Grim seemed the times,
But grin she did to the chimes
To Nature’s pendulum strikes,
A reply to our smites!
Alone in her house,
Prancing like a mouse!
Ears filled with that voice from the 70s;
Long hair, buck teeth and fancy clothes,
His voice whispers to which her heart blots!
Clad in his arms
The charm of the world disarms!
The radio goes ga, ga
Taking her to times far, far …
Away she soars from the brick countries that tilt,
Antarctica melts,
Oceans rise, ’tis the heavy price!
Maps change features ;
The bloodied festering wound appears,
Attacked by the soulless creatures!
A world that exhorts fears!
Voices whisper, anxiety heightens,
Lips are sewed threadless!
Eyes that are tearless,
Hope for a day that brightens!
The Orb of Gold teeters on the ragged sky!
Soundless mournings,
Yanked to her ears unhappy tidings!
The blood crashes inside her heart,
A fear to bid the world apart!
Sincerely she wishes to tarry on,
To bat away bad times as would a fly!
To stop the last grain,
To block the Doomsday train
From arriving at the station!

Sanjana Varma