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Posted in Poetry

Icarus

Posted on by Oindri_I

For one last time,
Icarus flapped his wings.
He thought this fight will
Liberate him from Labyrinth.

For one last time,
Icarus dared to cross the sea.
He was warned neither be
Too low nor to be too high.

For one last time,
Icarus trusted his father.
Who made the wings
For his flight to be smoother.

For one last time,
Icarus cried for help.
Daedalus watched him falling
As those wax wings melted.

Poor Icarus flew too high.
He wanted to touch the Sun.
Poor Icarus wanted to cross his father.
He forgot those wings were not his own.
Poor Icarus hoped too much
He didn’t know that the creator
Doesn’t like such
Audacity to surpass.

Did Daedalus lament for his son?
Or did Icarus saw the rage in his father?
The myth says that
The abyss gulped him forever.


Posted in Poetry

Another Woman

Posted on by Oindri_I 
At a certain point in time,
You will like a brand new smile.
That smile will make your day bright
and he'll keep calling you day and night.

His courtesy will move you.
His sincerity will blind you.
His words will woo you.
His kind soul will bewitch you.

He will take you to lovely dates
And share a cup of coffee.
He will promise to make you the happiest
And kiss you genuinely.

There are no more nightmares.
You are now in love; neck-deep,
Again you listen to the birds' chirp.
And forget that the coin might flip.

Phone calls are not frequent any more.
Texts get rare slowly.
Each time you get a busy line;
You got to know you are not his only.
His concern is now somewhere else,
Probably in another city.
And that's the time to realize,
You were his another woman only.
Posted in Poetry

Mirage

Posted on by Oindri_I

Thank you for making me a believer again.
I thought probably you were ‘the one’.
Thank you for making me feel special.
I thought you could bring a new dawn.
Thank you for kissing my flawed soul.
I thought you were the answer to my prayers.
Thank you for your warm hugs.
I thought you were worthy of unveiling my layers.

Alas! It was a mirage.
And now, I am addicted to your kisses.
It was a mirage for a week.
And I am afraid to let go of your embraces.
Alas! like a naive teenager I fell for vague promises.
And now I am standing at my front door
With hopes, shattered in pieces.

But thank you for respecting me as a whole.
I know you are the rain after drought.
And I know, mirages are always serene;
Probably for a week.