Alone she sat down,
Ordered cappuccino for two
And brooded over him and life.
#haiku (trying to expand my base.)
Twilight succumbs to a pitch dark evening
And glows the eerie pumpkins carved with grinning toothy faces.
Creepy looking savouries and sweet, and
Strange mocktails crawl the menu board –
Gooey green jello shots and more.
Children dressed in costumes
Knock the neighborhood for sweet child mischief,
While grown-ups in the wood discern some erotic fictional foreplay for the night.
Every year is a new costume we celebrate,
And in the very same old fashion Halloween prevails,
Except the idea of trick or treat in our head
That becomes a little more sultry with age.
It is the time of the year
To read as many of R. L. Stines’s Goosebumps,
Neil Gaiman or Stephen King.
Time to put the jack-ó-lanterns on the doorstep,
And watch the spooky flickering orange flames contradict the dark.
Soon pretty little monsters and pirates
Will be unleashed to perform trick-or-treat;
So I better put on my Halloween costume,
And squirt some tomato ketchup on it.
It is time again to celebrate diy Oreo spiders and glowing faces in the dark,
Boo my noisy neighbors and
Spook the shit out of them…
Oh come on!
I am allowed to do a little mischief today
After all, Its Halloween again.
I revisited my oldest affairs –
The dustiest nook of my bookshelf
That stood still,
Unventured for years.
And from amongst what I reckoned
Were a lackadaisical concoction
Of distaste and unspirited colors –
I found myself an astonishingly
It is disheartening to realise that
I always dodged this corner of the bookshelf.
Like a sleepless cuckoo
I spent most of my life searching through the shelves in the bookstores,
Just to find the perfect read for my caprices.
While right here under the same roof
Of where I live, it stood;
Waiting behind time
For my dishevelled soul to settle for its old familiar smell.
Incapable of calculating my emotions and actions
I let loose all the remorse and pain to run through my veins.
It traversed to places
That caused me excruciating pain and suffering
I felt suffocated and out of oxygen,
Felt like the concentration of all the mishaps inside of me
Was growing too beasty and heavy
For together my body and soul to support.
Those were terrible times,
Vicious dark times –
And my faith trembles at the very thought of it.