Dead storms.

The storm is all dead, Instantaneously gone, Shattered by the winds: Broken glass in lucid hands, capturing sun rays alone. ~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…

Masquerades

~1.1~ Welcoming are the faces, Painted black and white, Eyes full of sorrow, Lips spread in delight. ~1.2~ Empty eye sockets, China-white skin, A deep full smile, Concealing chagrin. ~1.3~ “Peel off the layers,” I was there to ask, Just a frame work of bones: Her face without a mask. ~1.4~ Wide awake in awe,…

Everyday’s Christmas!

Stars twinkle brightly,Emitting Christmas lights,Glowworms glow like candle flames,Setting scenes of delight. All the trees that proudly stand,Rooted to the ground,Need no glass but just the leaves,For beauty to be bound. Stockings need not to be checked,For life’s a gift right away,And everybody we come across,Is Santa anyway. Some might gift us memories,Some might gift…

The stream

A broken heart,Bleeds tears.But it’s thoseUnder her eyes,That fascinate meThe most.How they crashOnto her skinFrom the oceanOf her eyes.Raindrops,From the stormsWithin her.How they glistenLike a streamIn the fall.Only a stream:Is full of water.Her tears:Full of words.Words:That weave poetry,As they trickle.Down her chin.Into the etchings,Of my palms. © Shanyu Bihani 2020 This is a follow-up poem…

Hold on

When it hurts,And all is lost,When eyes go damp,And dreams are tossed. When all you see,Is bleeding snow,There is this thing,You ought to know. That life is cruel,This world is small,And fate goes laughing,At us all. Only those that,Hold on will stay,For what is meant,Will find its way. So take a step,And fall and stand,For…