Author: Nyasa Kamargaonkar, Class X A
I deem mysterious ones as mystifying;
enigmatism is a dagger they use,
fortifying their hearts of hope and desire.
An interminable tunnel of contemplation;
each moment spared to discover anew.
What an utter thrill to hunt for the keys to heart;
It’s a venture to start.
Hunt them well,
You shall fathom the refined gallery of
adept art, oceanic thoughts and statues.
It’s the enthralling collection far beyond dust;
in an exclusive museum;
For few eyes to seek.
With each pace, they move deeper into the abyss,
Realizing how gracefully the plain white light is
borne with radiant spectrum.
That’s why the flowers in their garth stay pungent;
That’s why the jewels stay ablaze;
That’s why the lamp never dies;
That’s why and that’s them.
Note from the poet: Along with the many interpretations of this poem, it also reveals how Amanda, the central character from Robin Klein’s poem ‘Amanda’, feels deeply, with extreme emotions, as a young teenager.
All they do is frown their brows
And shout themselves to drown me in their thousand words.
They have no care of how I feel;
Or how my heart drenched in my own bloody tears.
My peace is lone while I am surrounded by creatures;
When all they desire is to hold me so dear;
I suffocate.
But time begone;
I lost will to struggle;
I close my eyes.
Now I simply stand still and silent;
My thoughts to myself.
Everytime you cage me in your thousand loving arms;
I escape to my wonderland,
Far away in a thousand miles;
where I alone am the master,
The land where I live o’ so free and happy.
I drift off to the heaven in my eyes;
While they bleed me in loving hell.
