Hoodwinked

Hoodwinked am I?
I ask the sky,
The fallen leaves,
Meant to die.

She rests her back,
Against the soft tree,
Shackled in black love,
Trying to break free.

The toxic lust,
Is wasted away,
Charred by inch,
Awake she lay.

Hoodwinked she was,
It struck upon her,
Around her echoed,
His drawling lure.

He looked her through,
Wanting her soul,
His eyes pitch black,
A fiery coal.

Did he love her,
Every minute she thought,
Heavily and mightily,
The feelings she fought.

Hoodwinked by him,
She tried to appeal,
Finally she gave up,
Her blood now teal.

-Tanvi

The Bride

She looked into the mirror,
Frail and pale, a vision in red,
Lush bronze fell off her back,
The clock had struck, it was time to wed.

Father had chosen the groom to be,
She had given herself to destiny,
Lost in thoughts of her glorious future,
Doused she was in walls of silent epiphany.

The boy was the village's pride,
Apple of his father's eye,
Hopes high were pinned on him,
He followed his father, persona shy.

All eyes on her, she walked to him,
Rituals began and flowers strewn,
Voices echoed, an argument broke,
Her father's turban fell, cloth of maroon.

Sarees of silk and bars of gold,
Had not yet reached said the groom's father,
Since you are late, we make it double,
If you cannot give, then do not bother.

The spineless boy sat very still,
Bride stood up now determined,
Get up and leave, said the Bride,
Father's tears fell, her voice weakened.

The angry groom and family left,
Bride watched, resigned to fate,
Who will hold her hand, Father asked,
He looked hopelessly at the gate.

From the crowd, there rose a voice,
Stood a man, charming in white,
I will hold her hand, said he loudly,
She looked at him, filling with might.

Ceremony passed, they were now wed,
Walking for blessings hand in hand,
Her Father's feet they touched in joy,
Off swept her knight, to a loving land.

-Tanvi

Hate

I hate the way you know me,
I hate how much you care,
I hate our peaceful silence,
I hate the connect so rare.

I hate how I wait for you,
I hate the talks we speak,
I hate these unusual feelings,
I hate how I am so weak.

I hate the way I feel,
I hate the miles between,
I hate each passing day,
I hate the weakness you've seen.

I hate the building tension,
I hate the unknown realm,
I hate how much control you hold,
I hate the ship you helm.

I hate the budding love,
I hate the indecisiveness,
I hate how unsure we are,
I hate you play me like chess.

-Tanvi.

Darkness

I gaze ahead with swollen eyes,
A stretch of the darkest patch,
Glittering tears are streaming down,
No one is willing to catch.

Walking alone in the darkness,
I hope I am not being tricked,
My sanity and essence of life,
Seems to be terribly nicked.

Suddenly I am falling through,
The orchids of sense are to die,
I cannot watch the pain and death,
Please let this be a lie.

Lying on the cold black floor,
Waiting for the beam of light,
Hoping it will soon emerge,
I wont give up without a fight.

The darkness lasts for long,
The unknown lies ahead,
I feel every part of me,
Is burnt with molten lead.

-Tanvi