About the Poet:
Anuja Rai is a 15-year old student from New Delhi. She is an aspiring storyteller who wishes to tell her story in the form of poetry.
Blind
The eyes on ruthless roads in careless cars
Gleaming gluttony and grief, are blind.
The hungry hands tapping
Over their greedy glasses,
Remain unaware, and unseen.
For the eyes are blind, they cannot see,
Love, laughter or epiphany
Since they lay unseeing,
They will never realise
As their own senses
Lead to their demise.
The Storm
She sailed her tiny tempest
In the seas serene
Of his descending shoulders
breathed a brontide
Into his ear
And rained
And rained
And rained
Arms clutched in pain
The ship capsized as ocean sat still
Melancholy now mewed mellow
Harpooned a smile, he, from within
The brumous beams did tranquilize
Into an icterine yellow
Yet again
The dog
Triumphantly tamed
His human.
Waiting
Each night
In dim light
The squealing soprano sang for
The empty chair
That leered across
The teakwood table
Who cradled close
A pair
Of half-filled wine glasses
Nails tapped over
A reminiscent rhythm
Her silk, her sapphire
Anticipated
With a dying will
Gaping outside
The wide window
As the last lot of tyres
Screeched past
The brilliant black
But,
She never stopped
Waiting.