Surbhi Dadhich

Surbhi Dadhich Sep 2018

When shallow clouds poured
Gunnies of grey raindrops
When eclipse's darkness swinged over head
You wore your wide worn-out grin
That unbelievably ruined my picket fences
And I staggered at that omniscience
Even end of the eclipse and grey raindrops
Harshest stones and farthest skies
Bawled out
Momentary deflections waved in my heart
But the candles blew out
With a storm of wind
As you were nowhere to be seen

Even worn-out seemed attractive..

Surbhi Dadhich Aug 2018

Perennial..

I can't compare to nothing
The jubilant, frost morning
When you put your arms around me
I felt seasick at seashore
At the dawn of horizons
Skylines curved, waggled smiles
As coquettish waves brushed our feet
Sand shining imprints
Stabbed under feet
Shines still the frost, jubilant morning
However me out of gears
On the sand of my heart
Close and perennial..

Surbhi Dadhich Aug 2018

Subtle..

Oh pouring rain and brewing coffee
The patter and warm sips
Dive in deeper, sombre,
Hues of dew emeralds,
Pure- scented blooming lavender,
Oh divine drizzle
Cease the death march
Aggravated catastrophe
Hoard in tender, subtle
With no intended puns and irony..

Living in the least humid parts, rare rains freshen me up and give me the greatest delights..but when I thought of flood affected areas, unprecedented rainfall,
The calm ocean of emotions upraised to ghost of water..and the whole pattern reversed..and I stopped..

Surbhi Dadhich Aug 2018

Footprints..

You, with your knives and swords
Foster my humiliation with your red flags
You, with your mean, abrupt cold- heartedness
Shiver me through harsh ice extremes
You, like an enlarged untamed bull
Smack me disastrously in debt trap
"Down the road, trodden could be imprints
Had I been the chalk of your footprints"
I, with freezing spirit wish
I wouldn't lament my footprints..

#case #bullied #a #newcomer #hell

Surbhi Dadhich Aug 2018

Prisoner in Locker..

Let alone breezes blow
Caressing whipping cheeks
Brushing velvet hair
But the breeze of accusing and betrayal
Smacking grumpy frails
Behind the bars seeking dismay
Abandoned thoughts devoid of trails
Swords rebuke velvet words
Crayons portray drained present
A void brims demonic forces
Revolving sans revolutionising
Behind the bars ******* dismay
Abandoned thoughts devoid of trails
An empowering pen in the rustic corner lit
Leisure in locks
Mason of the poem
Firm manacles
Penned a prose
By a prisoner in locker..

Surbhi Dadhich Aug 2018

What if..

Would it be a cascading speck of dirt
If I torment , puff and blast my heart?
Would it be the mystical death in graveyard
If I squirrel beyond your bars
Would it be a bitterly extravagant ash
If I coil our sweetner's scent
What if I erupt our volcanoes of memories
Would it still be igneous games of weights and measures?
Would you bless my scorching lava at eternal peace
Or crust'd roll down sheepishly
Forever eroding your imprints..

Surbhi Dadhich Aug 2018

Breathless..

Moon coquettishly swinged
In your hazel hedge of eyes
As you gnawked with propensity
Deep down in my fierce eyes
In the mourning of the darkest nights
Alone as we boiled and burnt
A knocking shiver down the spine
The twinkle of lamps faded
As you strided
Precociously ushered
Hold my dreary hands
As my veins exploded
My pulse accelerated
You sighed, I was breathless.....
I dormantly backed for anybody to intervene..