OF LOVE CAN'T BE SPOKEN

Six feet under, she buries her love

Coffined in Balsa found not in sacred grove

A black rose, she carves on her heart’s mausoleum

A symbol of a love, forever imprisoned

He sees not the death of a love once his

He knows not of the girl’s anguished retreat

Shrouded by laughter, by friendship thus close

Her affection she seals, with regrets, with woes

Sometimes, it's for the best to remain as friends.

A BROKEN DOLL

A house with no window, with no door,
And brownish cardboards as all four walls;
Tiny spiders spin, cobwebs galore,
A roof to shelter a broken doll.

Laces decorate her dress all torn,
The sleeves once white, now tattered and stained;
Fabric of cotton so old and worn,
Hides a cracked body of porcelain.

With bitten nails, she touches, she combs,
Tangled locks of faded golden wool;
Avert, her eyes, from her tarnished home,
From pain, from grief, from a fate thus cruel.

Her pensive lament, her tearless weep,
Left, forgotten, at a pitch-black hall;
To light breeze, she whispers, yearning deep,
For a heart to love a broken doll.

This was written in the year 2008 when I was going through an emotional breakdown.

The abandoned doll in the poem is actually my lost confidence.

BLACK CURTAIN

The curtain of darkness, of sorrow falls,
And the eternal flame of daylight dims;
Bitterness shadows the nightingale's call,
As the goddess of night sky glows in grim.

The raging wind howls, in pain and in grief,
An eerie song of despair, of defeat;
Roses mourn, over their withering leaves,
To happiness, to hope, farewell they bid.

Black Curtain was written for my first ever attempt in entering a poetry contest in the year 2006.

It won me second place in school.

Black Curtain describes the gloomy environment when night falls.

It also portrays hopelessness and grief.