Icon Poetry: Claire Underwood / House of Cards

Macabre envelopes her,
And a searing ambition,
She’s a pragmatic queen,
Composed beyond measure,
With a heart hard as a diamond,
And a drive unparalleled.

Her flight knows no bounds,
For demons chase her,
Outrun them she shall,
And soar among the clouds,
Don’t dare shoot her down,
For you will be gone in a glimpse,
Much before the inevitable collapse,
Of that dilapidated house of cards.

Vaibhav

Icon Poetry: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

She faces a thousand faces,
A silence envelopes the room,
She steadies her stance,
Steel in her glance,
And gives into the mic’s boom.

Every bit of laughter heard,
Makes her heart flutter, free as a bird.
Although odd, she is now home,
Amidst overflowing ashtrays and dark clubs,
she has found her Rome.

The audience looks up in awe,
For they have found a star,
One day they shall travel far,
To see her and a fickle fame spar,
And hopefully see her escape without a scar.

Vaibhav

Icon Poetry: Don Draper / Mad Men

Vices run strong in this part of town,
Several have come here,
Several more have drowned.

Somewhere as the glasses clink,
You can hear this man think,
He’s alone in a crowd,
And yet to him,
A world has bowed.

He creates several others,
And destroys many more,
A creative after all,
He’s a ‘mad man’ at his core.

But don’t mistake him for others in the zoo,
Damaged but reflective,
There’s an awakening around him,
And it’s fast rising through.

Vaibhav

Icon Poetry: Heisenberg / Breaking Bad

The smoke from the gunfire,
Engulfs the smoke from the lab,
His dreams also made of smoke,
Stab his life and he falls on the slab.

Once a God he had been,
Once a king crowned,
Ruthless and driven,
An empire he had found.

The genius takes his last breath,
After a thousand trysts with death,
No stopping his fright,
Even in this last fight,
Beyond the grays of right and wrong,
This is Mr. White.

Vaibhav