Tag Archives: Metaphor

Tainted Flight

a poem by

Rhea Gomez

I rise upwards, set for the sky
But the chains clip me; failing another try
I look around, the room is bare
My wrists bleed from the cuffs they share
A drop trickles down, embracing the ground
The splash I hear deafens every sound
I look up at my dreams, they extend their hands
But the despair around me just expands

A blinding flash and a sweet siren
An angel descends amidst my silent mayhem
“You have done your part, scars cover your heart and now its time for a new start”
As she sings a foreign melody
The room around me disappears
And so does my misery

A new prison but without the chains
Anything is better than going there again
A key is given, the one to my ardor
My confidence is back, and I drift no farther
I smile this time, surrounded by soldiers
Who just like me, did endure the coaster
A pair of wings; sprouting
I soar the paradise, destiny is astounding
These joyful moments, sure will pass
But this time, I am not just another piece of glass

Ice and Fire

a poem by

Ayushi Singh

His words.
Sardonic, Sharp and Stabbing
Replaced the austere, fragrant garlands of letters
That adorned his speech, felicitating me with the love he claimed he had.
For two months he waltzed me around the dark ballroom of lies
Until the day came and he stood there, hands clutching my hair shameless and merciless
And pushed my naive face into a bucket of ice and water
Letting the truth of life and the depth of his betrayal
Scar and Bruise me until the end of time.

We were like two pebbles from the same stone,
Both rough, jagged and deformed by the merciless beatings of our past
We rubbed onto each other, at a time, when each where knocked out cold
Alone in the frigid, glacial interiors of a dungeon called life.
We collided hard and fast, trying to share the pain and keep warm
From the cold, calculating breezes of pain and isolation.
A spark ignited between us, marking the end of the whippings of torture.
We let go of our chains, wrapping our arms tight together,
As the spark swiftly consummated with the oxygen, giving birth
To a child so fierce, so driven, as fueled as fire,
Melting the glaciers and warming up the frigid winds,
And burning out the wounds and lacerations of a time less pleasant,
Wrapping us into it’s talons, vowing to be our knight in shining armour:
A Knight we named Love.