~Blue Elixir~

Blue is expression

Blue is emotion

Blue is the elixir.

Scathing sentimentality,

Blue clinging to entire,

Frame of a body,

Blue clutches the complete,

Complexion of a soul,

Heart is red,

Red with the hues of blue,

Red with the clouds of blue.

The blue elixir,

Is a lenifying draught

Or a poisonous potion,

Of suffering,

A mystical healing

Or necromantic sorcery

A blue elixir,

Vehements to live a life,

Live with a blissful curve of lips

And the depression,

Swallows with sadness,

Deep inside.

The dungeons of blue,

In the castle of euphoria.

Soul liberates this blue,

Into the limpid sky,

which is blue,

Into the water of halcyon,

which is blue,

This vivid elixir of blue.

Blue is expression

Blue is emotion

Blue is elixir.

~Sunidhi Bajaj
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~Million Dollar Skin~

Shells which are pale yellow,

Diluted with a hint of white,

Shells shaped oval,

Shells which are sealed and occluded,

Shells which are like guardian draperies,

To a new progeny, a new life.

A hair line mark appears,

From the cranny,

Little emerald eyes,

Take in the light.

The hard shell, hatches and pushes,

The covers aside.

To reveal a hatchling,

A hatchling of an alligator,

Like the draperies which unfurl,

To embrace the crowning of an autarch.

The hatchling,

crawls up to its mother,

Hunter green eyes,

Taking into consideration,

Every small detail of the tribe.

Glee turned into gloom,

As felicitations were disturbed

And a havoc was created,

By the poachers.

In no time the baby,

Was parted from its mother,

As the baby was picayune,

But the mother,

She was the owner,

Of million dollar skin.

Her skin was ripped off,

And the blood dripped,

Every drop had nostalgia,

Every drop had memories,

Every drop had the pain,

And the suffering,

Of a disastrous farewell,

From her beloved child.

With tears of blood,

She finally closed her eyes

And a bleeding cadaver,

Died again.

But this time with Death.

The million dollar skin,

Now with glistening texture,

And well constructed framework,

Is worn and adorned with embellishments,

By the human race,

To events concerned,

With gists and ideas,

on wildlife protection.

And,The petite baby alligator,

Is lone and clueless about the world,

It is now in.

~Sunidhi Bajaj
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~Dolour of Blood~

Modestly the blood was dawdling,

Covering Portion by portion,

The entire living corpse,

Charged by tranquillisers called drugs.

A corpse, which turns alive,

By the perfidious aroma of that tranquillity,

Until one day, the brain choked,

The heart alarmed,body was exhausted.

And that blood, the blood in suffering,

The blood in utter pain,

Now gradually came out.

The pain in red,

Was finally flowing out,

Leaving its body forever.

The body,of which the blood,

Was once an integral part,

But the demonic pain,

Pain called stress,

Suffocated the blood,

Packed it up with toxic tranquillity,

And the blood had nowhere to go,

Hence gave up,

left the living corpse,

To die alone.

~Sunidhi Bajaj
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~SHADOW BODY~

Static hand in front of the sun,

A black bodied hand forms behind it,

Still as the static hand,

Stable,motionless but lifeless.

Never reckoned to reputation,

A personality so contradictory to,

It’s authoritative body,

More than a thallus,less than a carcass,

Body differentiation,limb by limb,

No eyes,no mouth,no sight,no speech,

A mute spectator without vision.

The sun sets,

Dusk falls upon.

The contradictory body

Merges with its authority,

Like a soul in a cadaver,

Solitude of both bodies,

Contended.

The voids of each other’s absence,

Filled with unification as one.

Just like red sun,

merging with horizon

An affectionate vista,

Of a shadow connecting,

With its body.

~Sunidhi Bajaj

~Dusky Walk~

Hoarding boards in non native language,

Mizzling water upon concretion concrete tiles,

Scents of perfumed candles,

Mingling with the aroma of cuisines around,

Traditional attires interweaving,

With the cultural fiesta..

A dimension of dusk,

For this ostentatious street,

Can rarely be pronounced,

A sedate walk down the Japanese agora,

an apotheosis of a latibule,

for an explorer’s vagility..

~Sunidhi Bajaj
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~Puerile Fish~

Through a transpicuous egg,
A tiny baby fish pushes herself out,
Crystalline little body,
Fragile yet so energetic,
Indefatigable little fins,
Wide eyes in utter bewilderment,
Getting too strenuous to fathom,
In what world Is she is in.

A while later,
She steps out in the
Ocean full of vivid diversity,
Bubbles of air,
Coming out from her breath,
The sea grass tickling,
Her tender framework,
Yellow,blue,red fishes,
All moving modestly in congregations,
such a vibrant atmosphere
Around blue of the ocean,
Placid, the tiny fish was now
By the charm of the place,
She was in.

~Sunidhi Bajaj
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~Premonition Of Failure~

Rivulets of sweat poured off,
Perspiration on temples..
Pounding heart,
Cold sweat gushing in the stream of blood.

A premonition of defeat,
Of destruction.
Frustrated of failure,
Of dereliction.
Pumping self doubt with every beat of heart.

To everyone’s bewilderment,
Frustrated individual transformed.
Transformed into a fighter,
Transformed into a warrior,
In a war against self distrust.

A battle in opposition to self was ended,
Fighter came out,
with flying colours of assertiveness.
Bleeder was now a Victor.

~Sunidhi Bajaj
(Picture credit: cosmopolitan)