Tangent dreams of a merry world
gone by in a distant swirl
reality has broken quite a few
fallen on grass like the morning dew
At night he goes to the mountain
and weeps like a flowing fountain
once he had it all
glory in bounty before his fall
Now alone he sits in the evenings
reminiscing his old beginnings
tending to old wounds
and feeding his hounds
They call him the old man
he is a grouch from Dec to Jan
cause little do they know
you reap what you sow.
-Niyati Parab
Ocean breeze swept her hair
her gestures are of creative flair
fallen angels sang her name
but their voices fell on deaf ears in vain
fading hues adorned her clothes
encircling her heart were tragic woes
vowing to take revenge
she has become a heartless wench
her heart an empty casket
her sorrow; she no longer can mask it.
-Niyati Parab
She sat huddled by the fireplace
Her favorite book clasped in her hand
The suspense of the novel was nearing
“The masked man kicked the door open -“
Boom! the lightning struck
The girl almost flung the book away, she hadn’t realized that it had started pouring
She chuckled nervously and looked around, she remembered closing all the windows and doors.
The clock started ringing, announcing that its midnight
Suddenly there was a loud banging on the front door
She got up, startled, nobody was supposed to be here at this ungodly hour
She checked her cellphone to see no signal, and her neighbors lights were off.
She picked up her pocketknife lying nearby, not having much faith in its capabilities
This will do for now.
She crept slowly below, Raven Beatrice Rowland wasn’t scared of anyone
The banging had stopped and to her horror
She heard a click in the lock
She quickly hid behind the staircase, planning to run at the first opportunity she gets
The front door opened and soft footsteps were heard
” Raven!” The voice echoed
That voice, Raven Beatrice Rowland came out of her hiding
The lights were switched on
And there standing were her parents, who were supposed to arrive in a week.
In her mother’s hand was a big cake, and in her father’s were multi coloured balloons
” Happy Birthday Raven!” They said.
And Raven went to embrace them with joy.
-Niyati Parab
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