Woman
A woman
Is
A tightly
Shut
Door
Talking forever
Through
The cracked walls
Of
Her wounded
Silences
***
Deadlock
Her eye,
A frozen lake.
My gaze,
A stuck boat.
***
Fear
Like a foetus
Inside the dark womb
Fear curls up,
Waiting to burst open
Like an overripe fruit.
***
Untitled
Beaten to pulp,
Gulping my own spit
Broken in my soul, I enter
Into my own shadow
As a woman
Slips into her petticoat.
***
Image Credit:Birender Yadav
8 Comments
Debendra lal
Small but powerful poems.
Durga Prasad Panda
Thanks so much for your sweet words appreciating my poems..
Durga Prasad Panda
I am so happy to have your views on my poems. Thanks so much
Prahallad kumar Satapathy
Brevity is the soul of wit.Durga’s poems are sharp and penetrating.I love his poetry.
Durga Prasad Panda
Thanks so much dear Prallahad Da for your such a sweet appreciation of my poems..
Vandana Bhagwat
Very powerful images lurking on the brink of fantasy of a demon lover- Somewhat frustrating- for letting such powerful invocation lapse into it.
Durga Prasad Panda
Your valuable feedback on my poems has filled me with happiness..insightful views
Durga Prasad Panda
Thanks so much dear Prallahad Da for your such a sweet appreciation of my poems..