Within the Bounds of These Walls

Within the bounds of these walls around
The days they clock with the bugles sound
And before the first light has shone
The ‘wake up’ call on the bugle has blown
Brooms in hand of the brigade’s half asleep
Clearing the territory of dust and leaves
The art of trigonometry in making of beds
Pristine white sheet over the quilt’s sharp edge
Then out on the roads to trot right and left
Counting out lungs with no time to rest

Those Days at School

If I could time trek, straight to school I’d go
because the thoughts that to me are cherished
belong to school and wish not to be perished;
Weren’t they the days when each hoed one’s own row?

The Brooding Sky

The brooding sky harried the realm
It glowered beneath an angry brow
Through narrowed eyes
Glistering with intentionally unconcealed rage
Tinged with the betrayal
Of a fleeting mocking delight
At the discomfitted souls below

There Was a Recent Day

There was a recent day
Cloaked in drab attire from a cheerless chamber
Where hung robes of mundanity
It was a time of dullness in both character and appearance
A portrait in monotony, a study in languor
The very antithesis of recklessness
Devoid of a penchant for abandon

Amanda’s ‘Block’

Talking about her only published book Unicorns Are Really Vampires, the thirty-seven-year-old, who holds a degree in veterinary nursing besides an MA in literature, says she decided to self-publish because she likes making all the decisions for her book on her own. She wrote Unicorns Are Really Vampires, a YA adventure/fantasy novel, so that her daughter could read and enjoy it and that it could be part of a series as well. ‘It actually started as a NANOWRIMO project in 2018 and just took off from there,’ she lets on, adding that her second novel is a YA novel too and the sequel to her first. ‘And my latest project is book three, which will be the end of the series, at least for now,’ she states with a smile.

We Against Us

Dazed in morbid hopes
real comforts made us saints
preaching random sugar-coated lies,
on what we fed
our precious greed
in this city of dreams
barely we survived clinging to life
hard to hold on, so sophisticated!