Home

Poetry by the Brooke with Arundhati Garnaik

A dancer’s honest attempt with words.

  • Lavender Fields
    Running across the lavender fields, wearing love on her sleeve.Her hair, tangling, untangling, playing joyously with the wind.The skies witnessed a frail little being exuding freedom;almost obscene.A freedom so bare, almost rebellious;Neither house nor people, but only nature could shelter.Dancing, laughing, gasping for breath.I saw her running across the lavender fields;wishing it were me instead.Continue reading “Lavender Fields”
  • The Setting Sun
    The Sun was dense with crimson; Whose every fine line knew pain and love combined; All the cracks and burrows, scars from time; Whence the clouds would allow the rays to sneak. The obscenely powerful and a might unmatched; The Sun gave in with no fight, nor wailing, not even a gasp; As He drownedContinue reading “The Setting Sun”
  • Unfolding
    It wasn’t the full moon I fell for. Sorry, I didn’t find you most beautiful; Sorry, your perfect fullness couldn’t pull a gasp from my lips or a beat from my heart. I liked you more just a day before. The mystery of an unfinished story; The anguish of a distant lover; The joy ofContinue reading “Unfolding”
  • Just to come back again.
    Why do you still carry the love on your shoulders which you once carried in your heart? Stories and poetry are an escape, yes. But why escape only to come back again? There is a depth in your eyes, a certain maturity that comes from damage; Then why is your heart still juvenile? Your handsContinue reading “Just to come back again.”
  • The Shade of the Nightingale
    The sky hazed purple, the clouds the color of bruises. I was in my most vulnerable shade; Neither purple nor grey, but white, that would be soiled by the slightest of exposure. It was the white of pain, the neediest of shades. It wasn’t attention my pain sought for. Did I crave for a palmContinue reading “The Shade of the Nightingale”
  • Until they don’t
    You look at the world as everyone else looks at it. Too ignorant to see the deliberations of your state of denial or rather not ignorant at all, just tired. So you shove it under the rug; Just to see dust particles float in the air, once rays fall on it; You pull the curtains.Continue reading “Until they don’t”