Tuesday, 12 December 2023

Three Poems by Snigdha Agrawal

 



Cutting Board

 

Chopped, diced, julienned, peeled

did as pleased

whole turned into bits

shaped as wished

without resisting

the 'why' of which 

pitifully pricked

was there a choice?

was there a voice?

Nah!

 

There were promises to keep

Responsibilities to fulfil

Fear of rejection

Lack of courage

Dependency

Labelled woman

Confined within 

boundaries

 

Shredding continued

till there was nothing

soul ground to dust

in mortar pestle

 

 

Wine bottle

 

That's what you did

   pierced the epidermis

   pulled the cork 

   drank to your fill

   bottoms up

   the last drop drained

   slept like an infant

 

Bottle rolled on the bed

   unfulfilled 

   too quickly you sipped

   not savouring the taste

   not appreciating contents

   focused on 

   self-gratification

 

Bottle discarded

   imploded under stress

   treated with contempt

   vehicle for release

   of anger, frustration

   bottle breathing

   corkscrewed 

   with unspent  passions

 

 

Capitulation

 

upon your word, I relied 

gave of myself blindfolded

without thinking twice

 

petals parted aside

like the Venus fly trap

untouched, virginal white

 

void remained inside

patterned mechanical strokes

passions failed to ignite

 

in due course died

inhaling an overdose of lust

punctured by love bites

 

perforated edged voice

sliced with a sharp knife

muted for life





Snigdha Agrawal (nee Banerjee), has an MBA in Marketing and Corporate work experience of over two decades. She enjoys writing all genres of poetry, prose, and short stories.  Educated in Loreto Institutions (run by the Irish Nuns), and brought up in a cosmopolitan environment, she has learned the best of the East and West. She is a published author of four books, the latest titled TRAIL MIX, is a book of short stories for all mindsets, and is available on Amazon. in

A septuagenarian still on the learning path next to writing is her passion for travel. She pens down her travel experiences in her WordPress blog randomramblings52.  

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