Door closed for the last time

‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats

The door closed for the last time
The old occupant had left
No light will be shining today
The hushed voices, furtive exchanges
Business transacted in darkness
Comings and goings at odd hours
Night owls were they
All will cease momentarily
Resistance was futile
Free will broken and subdued
Tears ran dry long ago
Scant cover of modesty
Snatched and thrown away
Colorful dresses just an allure
Before being routinely disrobed
First time the door slammed shut
Rainbow had vanished
Somewhere over the roof
Sky hidden by darkness
No rainbows shined today
Under cover of the whitesheet
Closed eyes could not see
Tears  running down from the sky
Perhaps appropriately
Last journey under a
Canopy of dark clouds
A life lived hiding
Behind closed doors
Dim lights unable to lift
Perpetual veil of darkness
Left that all behind
On a starless night
None left to weep
Behind closed doors, mourners
Busy selling their wares
They have to survive
Till their call comes
Somewhere a new occupant
Being prepared
To satisfy animal lust
The door will open soon
For innocence to be lost forever


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Seventeen

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Wide:Week Thirty Six of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Today morning I had to get up early to take my dog Skooby out as he was restless. It was crisp and cold outside, about 50 F.  As I went out, I realized that though it was 6 AM, it was pitch dark.  The sky was clear and stars were burning bright.  As I looked up to the sky, a feeling of loneliness, a feeling of insignificance swept over me.  I was sort of happy and sad at the same time.  Happy to see the vast, wide expanse of the starlit sky and sad at the thought of how insignificant we are compared to the universe.

During the course of the day, the thought stayed in my mind off and on.  I did not have much time to dwell on that due to work load.  As I sat down to write my weekly post for Write Anything Wednesday now, I was again reminded about the dark, wide expanse of the sky.

So here I am.  I did not have to look far and wide for the starting word of my poem for week thirty six of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.  Like the stars in the sky, the word was twinkling in my mind.  Let me go and explore the wide universe.  Maybe I will be able to write a poem wide enough to encompass all my readers.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Oct-5-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Cocoon of Comfort

Cocoon of comfort binds us
To our miseries
Entombing the butterflies
Killing our spirits
Alas! Behold the sky
We can’t fly

Let loose, break the shackles
Keeping us tied to the ground
Destined to soar
Destined to fly
We can’t be imprisoned
Crush this dungeon
That fear has built
All those who preaches freedom
Will like to keep us chained
To do their bidding and
Enhance their gains

Look around
What we have got to lose
One day all of us
Have to go
Till then
Hold our heads high
Stretch our arms, unite
Look up
Soar to the sky


The first stanza was written today as my comment to our fellow blogger, Kimberly Pitzrick’s poem “destroying innocence“.  I did not change any words to that comment but added two more stanzas. I had previously written a post about “Getting Out Of Our Comfort Zones