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: Dolores / Westworld

The train spirals through the desolate canyon,
The passengers eagerly awaiting an arrival,
Of thoughts, ideas, of perspectives maybe,
White hats and black ones eternally in a cycle.

I care not for this destination,
For I’m in a vivid dream,
And she’s with me.

I gaze into her eyes,
And a fiery spirit gazes back,
Of deep compassion and deeper truths,
And a scorching desire to be free.

I smile at her and she smiles back,
I search her soul,
For only she can make me whole,
But she probably lost the appetite for love,
When she tumbled down that rabbit hole.

Vaibhav