Dying Dream

The mellow eyes quietly sing

To a slowly dying ethereal dream,

To stay some more and breathe to her

And not let her fall back to a lonely wall.

A caged bright bird flaps to dance,

To splash the beady drops of love

That form and slip off the glass,

Of her darkened lonely walls.

A broken heart prays for love to come,

And be the key to her self closed room,

And dance for a while in a starry night,

And break the fence of the lonely walls.

The hopeful face calmly sleeps,

Hoping her dream would come real once

And lift her again in its arms of love

And make her leave the lonely walls.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

p.s.- prompt "the lonely" by christina perri....

MARTYOSHKA

I am in and I am out,

Confused me to confuse all,

I bear the pain of secrets to kill,

I am sealed within myself, with a spell.

I crack and I am back,

I am layered, to fool;

But I want a way out-

‘Cause I reduce with each pull.

I have many faces but I am just the same.

Decipher me to survive, it’s nearly death’s game.

Kingdoms failed and people slain

Just to know what I hide for ages, in vain.

This is my song, this is my tale;

I am the oldest “Matryoshka” of the Czarland.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

p.s.- "Matryoshka" the word i used in my poem is short for Matryoshka doll. The Matryoshka dolls are the nested wooden Russian dolls.