SHRADDHANVITA - POEMS

Shraddhanvita hails from Pune, India and holds a Master's degree in English Literature. She's an avid reader of Kafka and Sarte and her works have been published in a number of international journals like Plum Tree Tavern, Spillwords Press, Madras Courier and selected for the international anthology "Smitten".

The Myth of Sisyphus

Sat Vladimir and Estragon
inside my cerebral hemispheres
Waiting for Godot
I chose the absurd

I walked on heels
risking sciatica
put hot red lipstick
on chapped lips

I talked politics, ethics, Carpe Diem
the conundrums of modern Sphinx
“Food! Sex! Weed!”
I clamored with the crowd

I mocked--
At overtimes and layoffs,
hearts growing heavier than Osmium
over twenty-one grams of soul

Outwitted--
Every Order
Every Meaning
Every System
Every Reason

I died with a glass of Vallone
and a heap of cigarettes
Reborn--
to push another boulder up the mountain
a Myth of Sisyphus.

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The Trail to You
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The trail to you is a lone trail

It passes through the fences
of traditions and customs
and meets the shattered
tombs of the rebels.

It passes through the walls 
of speculations and considerations
and discovers the ruins
of logic and reason.

It passes through the doors
of darkness and despair
to find the windows 
to wisdom closed.

Remember?

The trail to you is a lone trail,
conquering the ignorance of moments,
only to see
the epiphany of life
dead.

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An Abandoned House
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No Sun showers a cosmic glow
No Bougainville entwined to grow

Stories of wrinkled faces dead
Sign of no soothing hand over head

Broken skulls of dolls to play
Silence took over the noise all day

Strings of guitar crushed and abused
Pieces of canvas once misused

The house so old is getting sold
Leaving behind the memories gold.


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