SHEENA SINGH

SHEENA SINGH

THE RETURN..

The blank page

grinned

at my emptiness..

Tears fell

creating

bluish islands…

As my hand moved,

the page bled

hiding

white spots;

the remains of my love…

Each droplet

fading away to gloom;

devoid of emotions..

I tried moving my hands,

and paint my mind

with spectrum of forgiveness

still all damp..

but you may touch..

Come,

mix my colors

and paint me red

Let’s plant a seed..

forgive our woes

in this garden of blues

away from the glare.

 ENIGMA

She was like

a blooming flower

on that colorful vase.

Swaying away

to all that glitters..

flashing smiles,

vibrant ..

Radiant..

She was a bold

reflection of self-doubt,

provoked by silence

elusive as a dream..

as moon light crossed

her way..

She was an enigma,

seeking solitude

plain and raw,

as bland as the cloud

before an autumn rain.

 AN ODE TO MY CHILDHOOD...

The Sun shines bright

Crystal streaks of water

Reflecting back

Heaps of energy,

Clear and Calm

like a soothing mind

Oblivious to worries...

Copper Sulphate Blue

Waves that ebb

And flow,

Smooth and soft,

As I walk along

That sandy shore

Picking up shells

Left by the sea,

Feeling the grain

Of fine sand…

As the wind blows,

The tickle on my feet

Evoking deep inside

A feeling of love….

The smell of the sea,

Nostalgia strikes,

Rewinding the threads,

Of a story left untold:

An ode to my childhood.

SHEENA SINGH