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chitragupta Dec 2019
*** soaked letters go here and there
cooking curious conspiracies
Your charcoal lips command me
to get aboard the time machine

I close my eyes and comply
And instantly - Your arms are around me
Your heels help your lips up to my ears
Whispering things that sound heavenly

Then I pull you towards me
In dangerous territory
Maybe it was the whiskey
Could've been the psychedelic music

And the curtains drop
Over dark circles and cold sweats
As memories try to escape the strongbox
That we had swore to protect

I put the lid on the box of secrets;
Dawn arrives, as if to say that chapter's over
But your words still ring my ears
Would you've said them if you were sober?
chitragupta Oct 2019
Dear Mama,

I've felt a darkness in me
Something not of your inheritance
But a teaching of this world

I know you've felt it too
You've feared it enough to think
one day I'll have my shoulders turned


Blood binds us in ways,
your love in others
These bonds are not so easily shattered

I know I've never said enough
But words serve demagogues,
To us, they do little matter


I trusted you
to put me on my two feet
I ask of your trust in me to walk

Your strength inspires more
than you have ever known
I might surprise you if I choose to run


You're always so wary
of the storm I'm weathering
But it's nothing that I can't take

I may have strayed from
the path you set me on
But I promise not to lose my way.
chitragupta Oct 2019
The man
The untidy one
Hunger his mistress
She likes to watch him suffer, lament
Till he drops at the feet of Mother Pavement.

The wife
Fed up by life
For there's nothing else to feed her
There is no lamp in the city
that can lighten up her Diwali

The child
All bone and skin
clutching on to the alphabet
His coos of learning A, B, C
Drowned by the cacophony of G, D, P
my dickensian observations, with a pinch of satire.
  Oct 2019 chitragupta
ymmiJ
pristine reflections
not a ripple to distort
my imperfections
Loss of free time
Losing  that never was
Overthink
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