Vartika Pandey Poems
|1.||The Devourers Of Ecstasy||5/26/2013|
|2.||The Aftermath Bliss||6/9/2013|
|3.||Demons Come Alive!||8/3/2013|
|5.||Abyss: The Peace Of Fall||11/23/2013|
|7.||The Winds Are Gone||4/11/2014|
|9.||Flowers With Thorns||1/29/2014|
|11.||Rejoice My Funeral!||6/3/2013|
|12.||Ode To Agony||5/6/2013|
|14.||The Sonnet Of Hope||6/3/2013|
|15.||If Colors Exist||1/12/2014|
|16.||Murder Of Sentiments||6/18/2013|
Murder Of Sentiments
For an attempt to begin such verse
I must abstain from any meter.
There has also been a murder of rhythm,
Amongst the other sentiments.
I declare it to be
A delusional tragedy
Sung infused with disgust
And the immortal grief.
They rejoice their happy songs
When I still ask back my sanity.
As I look at my unlucky stars
The dimmest in the skies lying far
Look within me now
And see how empty people are!
How people are who feed on themselves
How are those who have lost their senses
Whose dreams demise
Like the summer morning ...
I be in dark when my eyes close
I be in dark when my eyes open
I be feeble, scratching over my scars
A disgraced attempt to repose
Phantoms were all my insomnia bore.
You can’t be shadows
For there are no shadows in dark