Poem 20

        

                                   Symphony of My Breath  

The erratic flow of my veins

Decipher no mark,

The sign that sustained my breath

Left me with my words fore long.

 

Indivisible maze, I created

But the one, having no way out,

The paradoxes created a more wider loop;

Loop, my veins ached to dismay

My mind with deep regret;

Regret, that lasts nowhere

'cause it had no beginning.

 

Veins stuck at no direction,

And the guilt swallowed my mind's opinion.

 

Just one thing that left behind,

The heart, it truly defined

My love till my last bated breath,

It forsake my disbelief

Making me realize;

The belief was not created to die

'cause it was a pure soul's try.

 

However, my veins got reassemble

And mind got unravel;

That is how my heart fleet, aftermath

Reciting the symphony of my breath.

                                            - Ishika Jain 

Poem 19

       

                                   Monsoon Memories 

Monsoon, O' thy memories
A beautiful art of chaos.
Brings a sorted solitude to my heart
Profound, mending all my sorrows
And reverting 'em to glee;
Thy gusty breeze makes me part,
Parted my despair for thee.

                                            - Ishika Jain 

Poem 18

      

                                   An Immortal Tie 

Flying high, O, flying high

With broken wings

An immortal bird, with a little sigh

In lonesome howling winds.

 

Pittering pattering sound of raindrops,

With a quite thunder bound

Covered, O, covered all around

What an imagery do I found!

 

To that flying bird imprecise,

Finding it's home, like birds of paradise

I advice thee not to fear

For whose home; nature, is here.

 

I don't fear, endless time,

For thee I'm here standing by

With each losted broken souls

Finding their way back to home.

...

                                             - Ishika Jain 

Poem 17

     

                                   Summer's Rain 

Amidst sunlight, the sun's gazing fire,

Into the valley, releiving crop's nodding dire,

The smell of petrichor reign around;

O, my modesty

Our last hope of summer rain

Is well profound;

The raining valleys hath 

implicitly

Marked thy presence

And served my existence.

...

                                             - Ishika Jain 

Poem 16

    

                                   Tyrannical Theatrics 

The untamed desire surcompasses my conscious vision

And dismantled the contradiction

Of reverting plight I held, intentionally

I forswear not infrequently.

 

Forging back my virtual reality

And disgracing my parallel insanity,

I diluted all interventions

And regressed back to practical sanctions.

 

I started losing control over my hysterical affliction,

People began noticing this altered mental situation,

My conviction converted to hallucination

And my tyrannical theatrics sabotaged my mind's function.

 

Broken aged-soul despise retired fate

Of abysses falling into gravely ground.

...

                                             - Ishika Jain 

Poem 15

   

                                   Apocalypse  

The sun ached for the moon,

The moon ached for the light,

The stars doth not tarry to burn 

And ashes were nowhere to find,

I see, the burning flames get to down

And a huge darkness spread around

In midst of the infinite universe

Bringing this war to doom...

                                             - Ishika Jain 

Poem 14

  

                                   Ironical Escape 

 

Wading in the marsh

Heron, stood still in tranquil

Sensing his death, near.

 

Yet, contemplating the path, he undertook 

The stormy winds dismantled his venture,

Keeping his tranquil stillness on hold

His creed, outworn, turned agitated.

 

Vortex, swallowed all his rampant fiction;

Deadly marshland marked his jurisdiction.

                                             - Ishika Jain 

Poem 13

 

                                   Grim Reaper 

That day, when I heard your news;
The news of your homecoming,
I turned as vibrant as sunflower,
Busily engaged in arrangements for your arrival
And in a longing for you to make me admire,
With a jolt of sorrow, the bottle fell down;
Burgundy drops dumbfound aiming dire.

The phone bell rang in a blustering silence,
Hearing the news, my ears filled with gloom;
The news of your demise tormented the backstreets of my mind,
My tears, they were broken but buoyant,
Grief rose like a wildflower
And your memories left me altered with boderline sentiments.

                                             - Ishika Jain 

Poem 12

                                   Death Escape 

 

Her dismayed soul bleed out the venom of memories

Through her tears, falling down ashes

Scorched by assumptions, her false hypothesis

Left her into the world of darkness.

 

The belief, it becomes her forever draft;

Her story be proven, a work of craft.

 

Again and again, the story circumpassed

Haunting delusion followed her everywhere;

Her dream, transformed to nightmare,

To die, the only thing she had at last.

 

Just like a naked chrysalis, unmorphed.

 

She died, leaving her insane desire dismantled

Behind a corpse, an abandoned story.

   
                                             - Ishika Jain