SNIGDHA AGRAWAL

 

 

I’m Not Fooled

 

Four walls stare back at me

One side is painted blue

dotted with brush strokes of white

to give the effect of the skies

so I don't feel closed in

the ceiling is stark white with the

fan whirring

blowing breeze

as though nature resides within

to lift the sunken mood, I'm in

Lavender air freshener spurts

sprays thrice,

every thirty minutes

I'm not fooled by any of these

Four walls cannot with nature compete

©️Snigdha Agrawal

 

He Loves Me

He Loves Me Not

 

Which way the wind doth blows

Weatherman doesn't even know

Sometimes hot, sometimes cold

like the human mind changing sides

the disparity in thoughts runs wide

a feeling that all is not right

 

Sometimes carrying dust-laden winds

gets into the eyes, blinds vision,

perchance happen to be in its path

best to take the closest exit

rather than be kept guessing

He loves me; He loves me not

© Snigdha Agrawal

 

Nonentity

 

The sun shifts

as the day

grows old

bleached grey skies

replaced by the blues

In the mind,

there's a jumble

of thoughts

unknotting them

keeps me preoccupied

And once they fit

into the whole

mind is calmed

and the soul

heaves a sigh

turbulence stops

Now I have learned

to relax

after the day is gone

for soon I will become

that dot of the full-stop

©️Snigdha Agrawal

 

SNIGDHA AGRAWAL

 

SNIGDHA AGRAWAL (nee Banerjee) is Bengali born, raised, and educated in a cosmopolitan environment, with exposure to the Eastern and Western cultures, imbibing the best of both worlds.  With more than two decades of experience working in the corporate sector, her outlook on life is balanced, reflected in her writings. A versatile writer, she writes all genres of poetry, prose, short stories, travelogues, and hotel/restaurant reviews on TripAdvisor, under the pen name ‘puchka’.  A published author of four books, the latest titled TRAIL MIX, is a book of short stories for all mindsets. She lives in Bangalore (Karnataka), India.