Friggatriskaidekaphobia

Thirteen has landed
on the advent of weekend...
Spare me from the curse!

Je T'Aime

In Paris, we kiss
when the moon is like croissant
and accordions sing.

The Rape of Inamorata

SHE was born with
Curse as HER twin ---
doomed to suffer
and be consumed
by the biased
nature of the
society who
adopted HER.

Half-heartedly,
SHE was embraced
by a kin
who was partial
in accepting
HER past, present
and future.

In the solace
of a dark home
SHE was compelled
to remain, as
SHE awaits for
HER valiant knight.

Ah, SHE, the poor
innocent lass ---
will suffer this fate
until SHE sleeps
in HER grave.

Winter Palette

Being halved in a disc
of ember and snow,
tinges bicker merits on opus.
Exulting own shadows
after breaking from spectrum;
from erstwhile adjacencies,
contrasts commence.

Sable consumes radiance of white
making the latter peep at night.
Grey has veiled beneath its blanket
tangerine's burst of smiles and giggles.
In false humility, azure weeps:
portraying dolor in dark hued navy.
Bold and proud, crimson was;
but is now eclipsed behind jaundice cast.

Oh, in shadows, indeed they dwell
as they aspire for dominant reign.
Monopoly, alas they yearn-
ignoring the threat of audience… bored.