STANDSTILL
It
was a hum,
then
Poseidon's orchestra
was
let loose.
I
was the virgin villa
on
the seashore,
ravaged
by brute force
of
the waves.
January's
drooping eyes saw my clandestine sorrow,
the
word was spread from shore to shore.
Poseidon
was the capital ,
receding
tides here
clawed
at my veins and foamed.
My
hymen knot lay ruptured there,
my
pillars bloodied by the night wind's prowl.
I
was a derelict pawn in nature's cruel chessboard,
waves
of memories had shunned me.
That
December,
the
lighthouse, too, was a beacon no more.
Erect
in his diffident indifference,
he
was gendered by a testament of howling ego.
I am
stripped of all my glory now,
the
private rattle of croaking walls
is
my sigh.
oh,
how I stand as a broken body
drying
my bloodstains,
as
the sun shields me from daytime intruders.
NOTE: the above poem was originally self-published by the author on his Wattpad poetry collection WHISTLING CHIMES in 2015.
The writer's name is PRITHVIJEET SINHA from Lucknow, India. He is a post graduate in MPhil from the University of Lucknow, having launched his writing career by self publishing on the worldwide community Wattpad since 2015 and on his WordPress blog AN AWADH BOY'S PANORAMA besides having his works published in several varied publications as CAFE DISSENSUS, THE MEDLEY, SCREEN QUEENS, BORDERLESS JOURNAL, ASPIRING WRITERS' SOCIETY, LOTHLORIEN POETRY JOURNAL, CHAMBER MAGAZINE, LIVE WIRE, RHETORICA QUARTERLY and in the children's anthology NURSERY RHYMES AND CHILDREN'S POEMS FROM AROUND THE WORLD ( AuthorsPress, February 2021)
His life force resides in writing.
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