Death & Darker Realms #29
“One the concrete tiles of a broken house
Was the trail left by her hurt feet
She ran around in her golden blouse
Unaware of the cut from some street
Floor painted in small red streaks”
First few lines of poem number twenty-nine in ‘Death & Darker Realms’, a collection of 40 poems. This one has an open-ended conclusion, one left up to the reader’s interpretation.
I haven’t been promoting this book as much as it deserves because we already live in troubled times and dark poetry isn’t exactly the best thing to dwell upon. However, I have been reading a lot of poetry myself and seem to find solace in the sadder ones than the ones that try to thrust positivity down your throat.
For the full poem, you could get a copy on Amazon. The e-book is just Rs 49 for Indian readers. Following are some country specific links –
If you are not into poetry, then maybe you could check out my debut fiction book “Love, Loss, Lockdown“, a collection of short stories set against the Covid19 pandemic. It’s free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.
