Paper-bag Poetry

Uma was looking outside her window, absent minded. The sky was a monotone of dark grey, a patchwork of thick rainclouds. Deep rumbles emerged from the horizon in steady succession. The old grandfather clock announced the twelfth hour of the day, gong beating away musically. However, looking around, one could be convinced that it was …

A Spectre at the Party

His mansion gleamed with a thousand lamps, A thousand carriages at his gates, Crystal glasses in unison clinked, Fur and leather and gold cufflinks. Strings of pearls amidst giggles and heels, Lavish gowns swept the floor, His table laden with elaborate meals- The Mayor's soiree, opulence galore. With hearths and halls and secrets many, The …

A Haircut for the Lady

"Won't you suggest a makeover, miss?", I looked into her terrified eyes, Pallid and shaking, the stylist Nodded only once, in agreement. No, she didn't turn to stone. "They don't bite", I admired my wild tresses Hissing in every size, sleek and lively. "I prefer woody scents, full of mystery", A green bottle of sweet …

Haiku #1

My English teacher was telling us the other day how the famous Japanese form of poetry, "Haiku", has long been her coping strategy. During her lecture, she also managed to discuss the basics of Haiku writing and asked each of us to try one out! She said that the beauty of this form won't be …

Cyberstein

They're out! They're coming to get you. Who you never considered fearing, Dormant in the invisible strands of a spider web that spreads beyond horizons. You had carelessly tossed them aside. It's a modern retelling of Frankenstein. You bred them relentlessly, Marvelled at your creations so fine. Steeped in pride, nobody considered tightening the shackles. …

Conquering a Demon

"Shhhh, careful!", fearful, Jule hissed from behind us. "You shouldn't have come with us. I knew you'd be scared and put up a fuss", I scowled at her. "Both of you be quiet, this isn't the time for you to fight!" We tiptoed around the table, past the long corridor and were able, to silently …

War.

The kings are now gone, And the bugle blowers unemployed. Decades of rust has gathered on bloodied swords, They are now rendered useless. Canon balls in a corner like ostrich egg fossil, Immobile. Ineffective. The bloodshed is now remembered in catalogues. You are relieved, because the wars have happened in the past. Branded horses no …

Wordplay, with life

He's bought a rocket cheap, metal and polished red. Second hand without wings, rubbed the rust off with a tiny handkerchief. He fancies setting out on it and cover a small distance, The fuel prices have gone up. Newer budgets are known to fuel anger. Just take a round around humanity, And set it back …