
Two Poems by Shreyaa Tandel

BLACK HOLE
was sad and lonely once
with watery eyes...
and a negative mind,
i looked within,
the dusty soul, the soul of glass
and saw a black hole
the hole that was only mine
the hole that counted
each tear, each sorrow
and enlarged as i cried
enlarged as i dipped
several times in it
with darkness around
and a salty lake...
the hole was a friend
showing me things hard to comprehend
the hole was a void, poignant
like a room door
closed and locked
with no man, no fear
with emptiness surrounded
and pain that i hide
and the clouds of tears
that fell on the dark night,
lying beneath the eye
awakening the demons of the mind
the hole was within me
or was it just me...?

VIRGIN
her moon like face
illuminous
like the resplendent
little oil lamps
in a peaceful shrine
with a tint of blush
rosy blush
or
the rusty, teary bounded page
in a form as pure
as poetry
despondent from life,
dead inside, yet alive
a sacred sight she was,
with blonde hair
a peachy blush,
and tears rolling down
like the dew drops
a sacred sight
immured
in a black veil
– naayaab
Shreyaa Tandel is a self-established poet or, you can say amateur poet, from India. Her poem "Inadvertently Alive" was featured in the blue pages literature magazine's 2018 September issue. When she isn't writing or glued in front of a computer/cell phone screen, she spends time singing North Indian classical music and reading the Bhagwad Gita and pretending very hard to be happy, even though she isn't. You can reach her at shreyaatandel1526@gmail.com or on Twitter at @merakuchsaamaan