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.
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