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Nishita Choudhary Poem
Beyond the boundaries of those forged laughs ,
They were the descendants of Satan
Hiding their insanity were their purple scarfs.
Carving her feelings with pain as if it was a game of chess.
Bewildered with her virgin heart
Made her a dominant prey for their dark sorcerer
Crushing her bones to dust.
Smothering her trust was an accession to another fortress,
They knew smiles were a symbol weakness
But hers still had the strength of gems
Crushing them would pleasure their inner sadism
Excavating her soul to be deported in the daggered drum
Sucking on her blood like it was the preserved ancient rum
Cries of Cruelty were the pillars on which their kingdom flourished
The destructive art of their devil still obscured
Scattering their victims in blanket of delusion
With slow ticks pulling them towards their burning demolition
Dragging her self respect, empowered their integrity
Soldering her figure to that explosive felt like the only necessity
Starving her of the love her body desired
She would serve as a souvenir their future generations admired
The embellishments on her body have tarnished
In influence of the rust of manipulation
Now slacking like a chain was her devotion towards her heavan
The letters addressed to the seraph were seemingly hidden
She was the artistic beam of light in their dark den,
So they had to clutch her shine away with their bare hands
Now She glorifies sadness
With smile being her weakness .
Copyright © Nishita Choudhary | Year Posted 2023
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Nishita Choudhary Poem
The pages laid beneath her
With imprints of her shed smiles
Cause they are still laughing in the grey flashes
But nobody halts the time ,it just dashes.
Now, the flickering candles dry up her wet lashes
And The womb recurres the old staches
Pain emerges again from the phoenix ashes
Burning the righteous until the slumber bashes
The bridge holding her above the currents of dejection
Has weakened over the course of self rejections
Causing her happiness to be crucified
And The crippled emotions have her paralyzed
The slacked chains are now what are draping around her
Wiping the records of her innocence 's demise
Her vitals and virtues both compromised
And she blamed it on herself rather than those grinning resides
Those dawned bruises bleed until the dusk
Oozing out of her ,was the purple rain
Scars settled on the poisoned frames
That she gained when she was one of their tames
The eyes gushes the sins of the past
And she rests in her burrow as an outcast
Scaring the paper with verses so deprived of love
Everyone gawk at her cause she is the red fallen dove
The dizzying scent of the distress wandering
Enough to grab the remaining peace
The hovering clouds of insecurities
Had carried away the ancient cities
The wrath of reality aches to the core
The decaying remains of her are floating off the shore
After their enormously twisted waves had wrapped her boat
She refugied in the ocean boiling with the fire coat
Her embodied weapons of power,
The dark storms have them rusted
Those perpetrators turned out to be the one she trusted
And the massacre has unveiled the quest of secrets
The angel numbers pass by casting her demon
She is dead awake fabricating the revenge plan?
She is on her way to unmask their fall?
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Nishita Choudhary Poem
The night falls deeper
And the pain anguishes
In the embracing laughter
The dewing ire of happiness
Falls in my lap
After the long showers of saddening
In the shady cave
The decked up soothings
Are the pebbles to play
The halting heartbeats
Traced the seraphic clouds
The defying words gleamed liveliness
And the moral adventures
Were leaking the adrenaline
No shame of others watching
The dusty clothings
Rummaged the lost girl
The crests of contentment
Had no throughs of grief
Cause there in the frames
I was letting go of poisoned breeds
Flowy locks in the sentimental breeze
I was grinning in the flashing screen
The dreamy divine was finally beaded into realm
The caging bars turned into mellowing vines
And I escaped in the shadows
The throned queen
Brought me the roar of madness
The one to seek the human hiding inside
The abscaded worries scurried away
In the flambeau of silliness
The influence of gloved giddiness
Had owned the frosted smiles
The rushing dopamine
Was glowing with my dusky browns
The cloudy cassieopia was astonished
Witnessing me sailing upright
The corrupted wreckings
Were no longer corrosive enough to hollow the joy
It was The scarlet reminder
Of me finally playing back with my betraying fate.
Copyright © Nishita Choudhary | Year Posted 2023
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