Daggers Drawn
I don’t know how
and when
The daggers were
drawn
Our love turned
to hate
Or when love
displaced hate,
Resisting the
temptations
To rehearse my
love for long
I became dumb
and deaf,
While trying to
fight back the hate
My daggers
turned to stone.
One night,
All lights out
The stage of
life
Turned bloody
red!
I used all my
nerves
Trying to keep
the lights burning
My stock candles
of smile gradually depleted,
Trying to
replenish your craving
My reserve of
self-esteem drowned
In the flood of
your debunking epithets.
To save you from
the arrows,
I used all my
shields
In return, I was
pelted
With stones from
all sides
And fired by
missiles.
The dilemma, you
couldn’t solve
Nor could I,
We are tuned to
the same frequency
Of doubt and
dismay
Though you and I
know
The tempests of
hate and friction
Can never
conquer over our truth and love.
Funny Façade
You cheated us
with
Your funny
façade,
Mr Robbie
Williams
Just like the
funny Mrs. Doubtfire!!!
We didn’t know
Your funny face
was a façade
Oh! Dear Robbie
Williams
We didn’t know
Your humor and
jesting
Was only a
disguise
To camouflage
your deep despair
Your slapstick
comedy
Another trick to
conceal
A lament of the
recluse.
May be,
We didn’t care
to notice
The gloom
Around your
twinkling eyes
The despondency
Beneath your
menacing tone
Nor did we dare
to understand
The dreariness
Of your lonely
pathetic existence
The depression
Behind your
manic expressions!
Oh! Dear Mr.
Robbie Williams,
You moved me
into rollicking laughter
And tears in
your comic double role
As my favorite
Mrs. Doubtfire,
Not me and
family only
You enchanted
Like a tricking
juggler
The audience
with your affable smile
Like a joyful
joker
You mesmerized
the spectators
You created
magic on stage
With your
simulating voice
You feigned,
posed, pretended
Trying to
conceal your insecurity
In laughter,
jokes, pun,
In cunning
smiles and sham appearances.
How did we fail
to observe
The oscillating
emotions
Shaking you like
the Zephyrus
And blew you
into the blind alley?
Was it your
wife?
Your career?
Loans or
loneliness?
Did you not dare
To trust your
fans
To share your
stress
Before you
stepped
Into the pool of
darkness
Plunging us into
the
Middle of
melancholy?
SUMITRA MISHRA
Dr. Mrs. SUMITRA MISHRA, a
bilingual writer from Odisha, India, is a retired Professor of English who
worked under the Government of Odisha and retired as the Principal, Government
Women’s College, Sambalpur. A lover of literature, she started writing early in
life and contributed poetry and stories to various anthologies in English and
magazines in Odia. After retirement, she has devoted herself more determinedly
to creating literary works in English and Odia. Her poems and short stories in
both English and Odia are widely published in literary magazines and e-zines.
To her credit she has thirty six (36) published books; 26 in Odia and 10 in
English. She writes poems, short stories, plays, essays, articles and
translates works from English to Odia and from Odia to English. She lives in
Bhubaneswar with her family.
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