THE ROAD TAKEN

 

Road Taken

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The road curves.

It straightens.

Past meadows.

Crowded cities.

Miles of pasture.

Windows open.

Wind rushing past.

Follow the birds.

Until the next town.

The next city.

The next stop.

Engine rumbles.

It dies.

Destination reached.

Time served.

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DARK AS SIN

WINTER BLUES

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The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

I can’t find my way out of here.

I had thought the town was so near.

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.

My friends have to come back for me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.

FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

 

A walk down the street.

Fragrances so sweet.

White cobblestones line the way.

Here is where I want to stay.

Away from the madding crowd.

A place where I can be proud.

This will be my home.

I don’t need a phone.

All I need is a soft bed

To lay down my weary head.

Fishermen’s cries will awake me

To begin my day by the sea.

NIGHT HAS FALLEN

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Darkness brings a pall to town.
I turn around with a frown.

Soft footsteps echo down the street,
I know whom I’m destined to meet.

Has everyone gone to hide,
Leaving me to fend off his pride?

I should have listened to my heart’s song,
Listened to reason and right from wrong.

There is nowhere to run or hide.
I will stand firm against the tide.

I sit unprotected in his path.
No one is safe from his evil wrath.

His lips descend slowly to make me his.
I have no power to escape from this.

Forever caught in a storm of desire,
His fire brings me higher and higher.

THE DEAD GAME

DARE TO DREAM

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown.
Dare to dream of flight,
A dream of being unknown.

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see more clearly
Of what I can dare.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
I will leap past boundaries
That I have created of my own.

Darkness hides all secrets
Beneath its cloak of despair.
Secrets that lie safe and secure
Under the cloak of my hair.

At night I can roam free
Without the hindrance of others.
I can leap over castle walls,
Past the slombering mothers.

Looking down at all below me,
Sleeping in their beds of down,
I can see how I am different
As my eyes sweep the town.

LIGHTNING STRIKES

I was in a deep, deep sleep.
Didn’t hear a single peep.
Until lightning strikes lit up the sky.
Followed by thunder claps turned on high.
The winds uprooted the trees.
Bringing them down to their knees.
What has happened to our poor, little town?
The ocean waves have turned from blue to brown.
Dark shadows are moving in from the shore.
I don’t know what else The Dead have in store.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE BRIDGE SIGHS

 

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“  Bridge of Sigh  by Tusharadri Mukherjee
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The water beneath the bridge
flows smooth and clear.
The town is quiet.
The people are happy.
It is time for bed,
Where dreams will be happy ones.
The bridge gives a soft sigh
Of relief and...

 

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Bridge of Sigh by Tusharadri Mukherjee

The water beneath the bridge

flows smooth and clear.

The town is quiet.

The people are happy.

It is time for bed,

Where dreams will be happy ones.

The bridge gives a soft sigh

Of relief and happiness

Before it settles down for the night.

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THE DEAD LOVE TO PLAY

 

 

 

Trees line the deserted sidewalk,

their leaves in vibrant hues,

hiding the chirping birds from sight.

Where are the people?

Why are the stores shuttered?

What secrets are we not being told?

Should we leave this town,

or wait for nightfall?

For then, we’ve been told,

the town of Oasis lets loose.

The original residents will

come down from their hill.

Will we see the famous dark shadows

swoop down upon the town?

Do we want to see them?

Be careful what you wish for.

For The Dead love to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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NIGHT IS COMING

 

The tombstones are dancing.

The winds are blowing.

Blades of grass are ruffling.

Night is coming.

To the town.

To the cemetery.

Where The Dead wait.

They wait for darkness.

For theirs shadows to blend in.

The streets of town they will walk.

Innocent victims they will find.

The games are about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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