Saturday, July 31, 2021

Poetry: Insincere Things  

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Nupur Chowdhury
An eccentric writer of quirky tales, who likes reading, writing, talking, shopping and singing tunelessly in the shower.

A poem about the beauty and the futility of life in the shadows of a world that never sees the sunrise but is awash with starlight all the same. It is the world of the outcasts of society, the universe of the dreamers.

 

Let us do some insincere things,

I have tasted everything;

Daily kisses, nightly flings,

Words that burn the tongue that speaks.

Bitter days guide bitter nights,

White crystals in whiter wine;

Broken homes with half-lived lives,

Pale angels our haunts alight.

 

All who come, they all must go,

The party ends at the first-light show;

Broken glass-like diamonds shine,

Rubies adorn the carpet line.

Welcome to this roller coaster ride,

Of lovers that soar and crash;

By hate devoutly we abide,

We yearn for splintered trash.

Tonight we’ll do some insincere things,

‘Cause, it’s all I know;

We live and die before first-light,

Our songs in shadows glow.

 

Mornings are for better men,

Of the daylight world;

On the nights that Luna hides,

We drink the stars from broken cups.

 

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An eccentric writer of quirky tales, who likes reading, writing, talking, shopping and singing tunelessly in the shower.

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