Not once did you say
The flowery curtains
Are beautiful in a way!
They veil my pretensions,
Your valiant absence
Comfort of lies that we caress.
In the lap of disobedience
How soul wades towards
Inner devil’s paradise.
Maligning my overcoat
Climbing up to the heart
Turning the blood blue;
I let it travel through each vein
Finding its prey, from all sides
To hold it tight, possessing!
By the time it reached mind
Everything turns indigo already;
Like ink rushing when in water.
You still stood there staring
Into the nothingness
I had to offer,
While I was killed, my deep insides.
Yet you did not say
How you liked the curtains
Or their flowery way!
Lisha is an Automation Engineer, working with TATA Consultancy Services, INDIA. Apart from her profession, she is a free thinker mom, who has a flare for literature and poetry since childhood. She writes poems as it heals her and mends her broken veins. She observes the world around and gather her thoughts around it. The above poem by her has been chosen in the Editor's Choice Category and has found place in the online Journal of Plethora Blogazine now.