Category: Contemporary confessional poetry

  • Fireflies Before Dawn

    Fireflies Before Dawn

    The soul’s eye trembles,
    
as light wanes beneath heartbreak.

    Winter breathes across the chest,
    
cradling an ice-cold ache.
    
Reflections pool in hollow Ginori cups —
    
too delicate to hold anything at all.
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  • Tempest Within

    What were you thinking,

    When the storm raged inside?

    It wasn't the calm after,

    But the chaos you tried to hide.

    The clouds that darkened the sky,
    
Were always yours to bear
.
    You let the storm rage on,

    And never saw it there.
    It was never love, you see,
    
Just a tempest you set free.


    - Nodame

  • Born to be Loved

    Born to be Loved

    .

    Your soulless, suicidal eyes still haunts me.

    Deliberate and abusive famines struck,

    Left you skin and bones—

    None but the sins of greed and envy to blame.
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  • Till I Rise from the Pit

  • The Memory That Was Me

    My memory of you is forgetting you,

    Piercing through the pliant,
    yet stubborn “us”.

    It takes me where I want to be now,
    
But romanticism doesn’t stop.

    I reminisce the past,

    Ponder the future wailing,
    
Only to realise —

    The present you is primal you.
    And that calms my heart,

    While mourning the loss of you,
    Ceaselessly —

    Until I realise, you were me all along.



    - Nodame

  • A Facade

    Black holes are quiet from outside,


    Mysterious, dark and alluring.


    
Like attracts like, right?


    Do you want to be sucked in?



    Better tie a rope around yourself,


    
Just in case, you know


    Because you don’t know —



    They’ll probably need a rope too.



    You imposter!

    - Nodame
  • Out of Place

    He’s a weird one, alright,
    
Never marched with the gratified herd.
    
Trapped within four walls,
    
He aches to be heard.

    The untamed, ecstatic realm —
    
An element he’s always feared.

    What do you want?

    The tempter whispered.
    
Summer — cold and understood.
    
Winter — hot and passionate.
    Numbed of shame and deception,
    Ever forgiving.
    With a wry smile he declared:
    “Nothing in between”.

    The alchemist within chuckled,
    
Half amused, half reverent he said,
    “Dear Lamb of God,

    You’re too weird for this realm, alright.”

    - Nodame

  • Were you?? 

    Were you?? 

    You were there when the devil suckled on my soul,
    Twisting my worldview when things turned ugly.

    You were there when light found me
    Letting it unfold — with a sinister smile.

    Did you ever look in the mirror?
    I bet you do, all the time —
    Never noticing,
    You’re just a broken shard.

    Nodame