Poetry by Nimisha Tiwari

Poetry by Nimisha Tiwari

BLUEBEARD'S CASTLE 🌃

🍂I killed a man , with a weapon unknown. he won't let me in through the seventh door All the lifeless paintings without a stroke of brush Kept watching the blood dancing in mazes Leaking, rolling then turning meat cold. I kept walking through bluebeard's castle Terrified of his Piercing gaze raiding my soul I heard a mad woman screaming, But then i realised it was a stage without a shadow.

🍂Ages ago he came in,in a gypse hat and a red cloak Playing immortal kings by fireplace, Asking me things he should've known. I wonder if Scheherazade loved shahryār back. It was a gamble, she bet on art, Thanking Macabre bodies of dead wives, executed perfectly like her stories born. I wonder if she plucked flower, did a victory dance sighing oh dear!' if only i could smoke. Before i turn into another mad woman , i turned into a mad widow'. 🍂They kept searching for weapon in shipwrecked kingdom, in lake of tears, behind hidden doors I turned the key where bluebeard's bertha once lived Until she lit a match and burned him too. I heard spirits howling in tattered tones we need Arsene lupin or sherlock holmes They asked me if i loved the days i was trapped in this ugly fairytale I laugh as i say not as much as the day She ripped my wedding veil. If only i could paint down her words, make her my muse while counting his execution date.

🍂I was set free when i told them the weapon was my dream Now they assume i sell haunted dolls on ebay auction or go witch hunting. And frankly It's no one's business.