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Radhika Bhangolai Poem
Cupid strikes two hearts
To last a lifetime, until
Death do them apart.
Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2016
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Radhika Bhangolai Poem
With beads of sweat on my forehead,
And my arms and legs cramped.
I concealed in a little locker
Away from the horrid mayhem.
Damp and worn; fear and torn
I seldom gasped for breath,
And even tried reciting
Othello, Macbeth and Hamlet.
Alas, all in vain!
Aware with each passing minute,
That I would face the same brutal end
As my tutors and friends.
I heard them moving closer,
I say a silent prayer.
With final memories of my beloved -
I await those crazy monsters.
"Bang, Bang!" I hear them shoot.
But it now sounds so afar.
I drift into a deep slumber,
When the door goes ajar.
Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2015
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Radhika Bhangolai Poem
In this weird game of Kings and Pawns,
Battles are won, battles are lost.
It’s the rich and wealthy who ultimately rule;
While the rest are mere serfs and thralls.
It does not really matter who you are –
Whether lofty or lowly, mighty or czar
Black or white, pauper or star,
Or which side you are on; in this game of life.
You have to leave the stage, you have to die.
And while you rest in the wooden box, you see
the same kings and pawns, now in par
Feeling the same bruises, having the same scars.
Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2015
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Radhika Bhangolai Poem
Words don’t flow when they need too,
Thoughts crumple to a halt.
I sit by the window feeling blue,
Telling my messed-up brains ‘you’re at fault’.
Looking down at the little piece of paper,
It’s still white as snow;
I feel more miserable
For what I adore is now a foe.
I try again; it’s one last shot:
To pen down my thoughts, on that little piece of paper.
My hands shiver, moves slow
But ceases to a stop, refusing to go beyond that dot.
While all my thoughts vanish like vapor.
Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2015
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Radhika Bhangolai Poem
She walks down the aisle swiftly,
Shutting the silent whispers from around.
Her long mane covers most of her
small fair face;
and the teardrops, casting down.
She sits at the far end of the hall -
Envying others through her dark raven cloak.
Wistfully longing to be one among them;
At least one mate she could call
her own.
She dries her deep set eyes
secretly, pretending to be lost
in work.
All the while listening to the cheery jovial echoes
in vicious disgust.
She sees a guy at a distance - the same
she refused a date;
Along with a pretty girl, who could have been
her BFF, if not
for her foolish stuck-up traits.
I’m different,” she claims,
rather unapologetically,
making the others quietly smirk.
The lonely fair dame, unknowingly
Had become the bait for all jokes.
Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2016
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Radhika Bhangolai Poem
She walked into the narrow lane
of the city, her dark black robe
merged with the dusky crowd.
Her face, sinfully white and pale;
Her gait quite weirdly bowed.
Perhaps it was the large bag over
her shoulders; her hand
firmly gripped on it.
Or maybe, the sultry heat of summer
that made her twitch and tic.
A keen onlooker would have noticed
her kohl eyes,
stared rigidly ahead – revealing fear.
And her soft pink lips mumbled endlessly;
perhaps a religious prayer.
She halted abruptly; stood dazed –
like debating to put off the mission
for yet another day.
But instead, her hands raised –
slowly, up to the heavens in revelation; in submission.
With her eyes shut tight, her soul
painted a glorious picture
of the other world: Her paradise. Her goal.
Taking with her innocent toddlers, men and sisters
in the name of a blissful and peaceful home.
And while they cherish the last few
moments of their brief life,
She smiled, childlike – a contented winner
of a strife; gallantly bidding adieu
as she finally hit the trigger.
Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2015
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