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Nina Ann Mathew Poem
SHATTERED ME!
Scintillating splendor of stars
Stimulated me, gazing by the window,
Hugging the bars, feeling the freshness
My mind just a wanderlust!
Far away from my window
Under the boughs, he stood,
Sharing love from a distance
Solid souls connect love.
Shedding the fear of the
Weary wide world of mine
Knowing that I’m grown for it
I let out my hair for him.
His silhouette had the silver lining,
Offered by the moon it seems,
His smile sparkled and it opened me,
A whole new world of ours.
“Break the bars, feel my touch.”
I believed his sugary words.
Eighteen had cultivated curiosity.
I believed in uniting bodies.
Whole world resting and dreaming,
Me fulfilling my restless dreams.
Breaking the bars, under the bough
He called me to make love.
Untied my black hair,
Pressing me to his chest
Eyes closed, realized that,
There were more men around.
They smelt me everywhere.
Trauma of being deceived!
Rewinding his sparkling smile
His Poison of unending lust.
That night they shattered me!
Couldn’t even cry out loud.
Amalgamation of thoughts
To kill them or to die.
The night I believed his love,
Making me hate my windows,
Knowing that the bars were better.
Guilty of being impure.
By the window I still gaze
Looking for new poison
Wrapping me in a tattered blanket
Stashing the secret of that night.
Copyright © Nina Ann Mathew | Year Posted 2022
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Nina Ann Mathew Poem
BEYOND BRAINS
Oh! my poor soul! Worn out of what I am?
A loop of having evil after wicked!
My mood riding the rollercoaster,
Fearless and being gearless.
Who wants to take up the responsibility?
Science or spiritual, sigh is never.
Pushed to a cliff of crocodiles.
Abashed with what have done in.
On the mossed rock I sit, legs crossed,
Waiting for an answer from above
Who wants to unleash the evil,
and bring in the spring of joy?
I sensed a cold hand on my shoulder
Brought warmth to my hilarious heat.
“It’s just the Monthly One!” shook me up,
Realized the ridicule, shutting my eyes,
Feeling daft of mulling over.
Copyright © Nina Ann Mathew | Year Posted 2022
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Nina Ann Mathew Poem
BI IN A DUNGEON
“A beam of moonlight woke me up.
I have had it enough; brushing up the dust in my lap, I rose.
The dark dungeon in the valley…
I scream out because they suffocate me in that dusty and rusty cage.
They say am a beast. But-
Oh! my lord…where art thou?
Your princess is caged now!
You know am no beast, no wild
My love has made me mild.
I haven’t caused any harm to my village.
The Queen, my mother has ordered to cage me.
I’m sorry for loving. I enjoy men and women; And they say am a beast.
Mary and Elsa used to be in my room.
Two young and gorgeous women I say.
They have slept with me!
I fell in love with their ways to me.
Cassio and Michael used to be mine.
I used to sit in their lap to see the village,
And they never hesitated. But…
Suddenly everything changed.
They threw stones at me and said am a beast-
because I love men and women.
I never knew it was a grave mistake.
But then Elsa whispered…
“you are a bisexual, you feel men and women and you are a perfect beast”.
Six years of dungeon life brought me
Cobwebs and spiders to my company
I haven’t seen the green land,
I haven’t felt the rain in six years.
Can you hear me my lord?
The dark walls waste it for me
And these caves rumble
the dust here is ages.
The rust on my handcuff tightens it.
My heart sank in the melancholy.
Years of confinement!
Today is the day! My lord I apologize for me leaving you.
I promise to never see you again.
The young princess is going to be a memory from now.
All those caged me…lets party in hell.
Here is my last breath…goodbye.
Copyright © Nina Ann Mathew | Year Posted 2022
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Nina Ann Mathew Poem
DEMETER CRIES
Sun in center and white wings around
The hundred florae in one stem, cheated;
My daughter never knew t’was him.
The fragrance was sweet but toxic.
His chariot stood with black steed.
And he took her away to hell.
Long nine days I got killed by inches!
“Why have you done this to my daughter?”
“Hades wanted to marry her”, Zeus with no shame.
She burns in that hell guarded by hellhounds.
She whispers to the air to save her,
I, her mother with a roiled heart stands, in the field.
No one turns to my wailing; I snivel day and night.
My tears have made the earth stiff and barren,
And the monster in me showed up.
Copyright © Nina Ann Mathew | Year Posted 2022
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