K.Cassica (Anjali.KM)

Poet · Badlapur · India

A poet flickering mind and shivering soul

A writing journey

Writing wasn't always an option for me, it was *the only* option. Writing entered my life when I least expected it but needed the most. And ever since then it never stopped. Poetry for me feels like a soul reliving their life piece by piece, word by word. Growing up in an academic centric family, it was never easy to follow a passion like this but still I continued and as it is said... 'Where there is a will, there is a way', my works got published in many anthologies, I collaborated with many publications and so the work is still on.

Published writing

Jhumka

​Teri kaano pe muskaan si na chamke agar To jhumke kya cheej hai... Teri laharaati baalo se na atake agar To yeh jhumke kya cheej hai... Ye jhumka hi toh hai Jo teri kuch na sajne par bhi Tujhe sajaati hai. Chup-chaap teri kaano se latak ke Tere geet gaati hai... Kabhi sona, kabhi chandi, kabhi peela, Kabhi laal, gulabi toh kabhi neela. Har din yeh jhumke tujhe sajaati hain. Jabbhi tu mere baaho mein aaye toh yeh Jhumke mere kurte mein atak jaati hain. Us samay tujhe wo mere paas na laaye To yeh jhumke kya cheej hai... Jhumke pehanna khub bhaata hai tujhe Yeh mein yaad rakhta hu. Tujhse milne jabbhi aaun toh kam-se-kam Teri liye jhumke jarur laata hu. Har baar un jhumko ko dekhar agar tere chehre par noor na la paayi toh Yeh jhumke kya cheej hain... Yaad hai mujhe wo din jab Tere kaan soone the. Us din bhi humesha ki tarah tu, Hans rahi thi, gaa rahi thi, Yaha waha apne zulfon ko Lehra rahi thi, us din jhumke nahi the tere baalon mein phasne ko... Na thi wo tujhe mere baaho mein Kasne ko. Humesha socha karta tha, Ki wo jhumke sundar hain aur tujhe sajaati hai.. Ab pata chala, noor toh tujhme tha, Jo jhumke chah rahi thi. Unki kya majaal jo use sawaarte jo khud unki shobha badha rahi thi. Ab is noor ko 'sajaakar' nahi par us noor par 'sajakar' wo na itraye, Toh yeh jhumke kya cheej hain.

Die and Seek

I scream upon my loneliness Amidst the shallow dark aisle, A void filled with my thoughts Yet not a soul to listen, I vile. Mascots forcing me to go west Disguising themselves in misery, Just left my words behind And my thoughts and artistry. In the bright red sun, I was the night Capturing eternity in a hurricane, The moon behind its beautiful scars Play and let a man go sane. I run before my soul Like a thirsty baboon for water, To pacify its needs, while I Catch 'em and my heart shatter. Finally revealing their face and fate Mascots leaves their absence and shine, Messenger of ultimate death they were All my luck and my soul was fine. Again me in the darkest void Willing to meet the heir of time, To share my secrets and keep their's And finally admit my body a crime.

Canvas of Dreams

Here again arrives a night of dream, Of fantasy and artistic stream. Imagination that paves the way, Of creation in the darkest slay. Then interrupts the social taboo, For the intriguing and forbidden flu. It holds a secret of serious label, Says the black art of dark cannibal. It's occult touch is savage show, And rituals like a mystery though. Death finally enters the room, Starts mourning like the bride's groom. This comes to an end with sudden awake, When night is sophisticated like a cake. Wears elegance in the shadow, And start over again a sunny meadow.

Layers of Expression

Expression that my soul express Comes like a cake with several layers, Each creates a vibe on me Give my face a dazzling stare. Eyes of mine can never hide It's euphoric shine beneath, Shares a warm connection there With my mighty heart they meet. My smile express in a distinct way To soothe and cover the lies, It's sweet and melodious stretch Disclose my secrets under the skies. The eternal darkness runs away When touch itself touches my will, Like hugs, cuddles, caress, peck Express themselves with a positive skill. Words are different when heard Like praises with serene letters, But when used as an rude insult My courage then only who matters. Eyes reflects my every pain like mirror Smile hides it like moon behind clouds, Touches my hands to wipe a drop Of tear after winning words like shrouds.

Phantom Notes

Like ghost of past it haunts my mind, Its the melody of the secret find. It marks its word to stick within, Cuz its haunting beauty is very keen. Lingers and lingers her words in mind, She always witnessed a piece of crime. Now that I called her with magic surreal, She wants my death...yes for real. Letters she sent with eerie write, She came for me, for my soul light. Its music has now faded away, "She's here", I let my mind say. Lingers and lingers that music right, Not with her, I with my soul fight. She killed us all, she killed my soul, In the dark, i wander like other whole. Echoes and echoes her whispers say, "I trusted you all" my faith decay.

Whispers in the Dark

Whispers they say, whispers i hear, Of shadows in the abandoned fear. They echoes in silence of woods, I hear them all with mighty mood. Under the moonlight it's secret sing, Song of forgotten memories ring. Ruins of dark in magic slumber, 12 late time... chimes of number. Zesty the solitude of her face, Darkness itself writes her case. Now question arises for my sake, Is it all real or this place fake? I'm in woods of sorrow sore, Cuz' it brings in depth more..more. Their spirit in this realm haunt me, For them, I'm just their key. Key I'm make me feel more power I'm only one in their secret tower. Close and close they catch my breathe I'm one of them, to eternal i met.

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