Distant

Distant is the taste of the breeze,

The rustle of tranquil trees.

Bring me back some laughter please,

And wind the clocks to times of ease.

Arrested in our homes, and lost are the keys,

A plagued world, brought to its knees.

Smeared by uncertainty are days like these,

Panic in the streets with a single sneeze.

I wish to be someone who sees,

The thaw beyond this moment of freeze,

Until then, today is the only thing to seize,

A life worth living, fiery without a cease.

Vaibhav

Tranquil pools

I gazed at reflections in the pool of light,

Seeking a truth about life,

But the images that came into view,

Were neither lies nor true.

I must have concocted a heady brew,

And left all my thoughts but a few,

For the image in the water was new,

Hazy at first but then my recognition grew,

It was as delicate as the morning dew,

A sketch that Nature herself drew,

With piercing eyes of a deep blue,

All I saw in there.. was you

Vaibhav

Icon Poetry: Sherlock

The game is on,
The east wind comes,
There’s doom in the air,
A noisy city crumbles.

Only he can stop the forces,
Only he can reverse the clock,
The detective from Baker Street,
The genius man-child on the block.

The palaces in his mind collapse and rise,
As he frenetically hunts for the key,
The one that could unlock the whole conundrum,
The one that could finally set him free.

In this race against time,
You know who’s going to win,
But what will he lose,
For the devil to be brought in.

Vaibhav

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