Hop-on and hop-off says the red, blue and yellow bus,
Outside the window, she looked and let out a sigh,
The unrequited love poem, she wrote months ago, still sits on her lap,
An empty vessel inside her trembles with a pang,
Thoughts and memories danced rhythmically in her head,
Was it a cake, chocolate, vanilla or strawberry?
Her eyes wander and suddenly rest on the branch of a lone tree,
A rocket seems to have just passed over it,
From the desolate leaf-less branch, where no bird dares to build its nest,
Hangs an old dream catcher in psychedelic hues of green and purple,
Weaving and mending dreams of broken friendships and lost loves,
All burnt and turned to ashes by the fire spewing dragon.
Poems written in letters were locked forever in unsent greeting cards,
Found life again in the stories of addicts and eavesdroppers,
Boundless was passion and so was love,
Somehow got lost in chores of laundry, dishes and the mundane,
But amidst all missed connections, closures, closed doors, and smoke, fog and haze,
One thing remained unscathed- the serenity of her perpetually at peace beautiful mind.
P.S. I have started dabbling in experimental writing a few days ago (courtesy my Creative Writing Class). Not sure if the post above falls into the experimental poem category, but each phrase is written using a word randomly generated by an online word prompter. For example, the word ‘Hop’ was the prompt for the first line “Hop-on and hop-off says the red, blue and yellow bus.”
Though still at a nascent stage, but I do hope to improve in the coming days. A request to all surrealists and experimental writing enthusiasts (If you are reading my poem), do let me know how i can improve. Don’t be too harsh with your critique, please 🙂