Four Poems by Diya Verma

Diya Verma

Diya Verma is an undergraduate student of Behavioral Psychology. Presenting her thoughts in the form of metaphors has always been a close habit to her. Her poems explore her thoughts, which are raw and valid. 

BLOOD OF A LADY

Red liquid, all over her body,

when she is born.

Red signs, all over her mind,

when she is grown.

Red battles, she has to face,

against the societal norms.

Red liquid leaves her once again,

in nature's hidden form.

Red scars, are carried by her,

when she protects herself being strong.

Red eyes, during the sleepless nights,

when some monsters haunt her in her dorm.

Red light, outside the operation theatre,

when her baby is born.

Red battalions are seen as cherry red,

but are actually bloody in nature.

People should worship women,

not just for what they bear,

but for the red they bleed,

life's color, and love's despair.

RAT- REFLEXES ARE TRAINED

Push the door, I want to enter!

the room doesn't have one.

Then, open the window, have some air!

I do not need that.

Break the walls! Get some food!

I already had had enough.

Then, how did you enter in there?

I didn't enter,

I created it, from inside,

and on which you are banging your fists on,

is not a four-walled area,

it’s my corpse,

a fully decomposed one,

thanks to the rats.

It never had the entrance.

SHE IS MENTAL!

Her window was open,

the moonlight casting into her miniature.

She lay on her couch,

as if she were a statue.

Her inner thoughts a turmoil,

the body aching.

Just a few hours ago,

she was dragged into the dark world.

A world where some bloody monsters,

tore her pretty soul apart.

She cried, fought and screamed,

but turned out, she was in a living hell.

Now, lying on the bed,

she rethinks her life choices.

If somebody will listen to her,

As in today's world, sufferers are criticized,

and devils are idolized.

THE SILENCE

The pages left untouched,

the arms left bruised.

The legs trembling,

And the man called her an unsuccessful refuge.

No wonder why society has scattered,

the women are not supporting women,

making them more shattered.

This earth would have become a heaven by now,

if all the females had fought,

against all the tortures together.