Poetry: Shailey Bellamkonda

Shailey Bellamkonda

Iris in Spring

My friends and I eagerly wait

In our seats by the window

The beginning of spring

Is the best show

The foggy hazy curtains parted

The warm sun rays are on the Koels

They sang to each other “It is good to meet,

The winter made me feel I would never tweet.”

Here came Hera, dancing, first gently

Then twisted and twirled rapidly

Oh Pity, didn’t last long, the dancer stood still

Always there everywhere around us, yet invisible 

The white floaties appeared on the stage

Resembling cotton flowers blown up huge

Relaxed and light, after losing weight of vapor

In slo-mo, with blur edge, each like a ghostly creature

The spotlight shifted and stopped at the center,

Aah! here are the heroes of my play

With a bunch of these, when your love enter

Eyes lit, lips wide, with joy your heart surely sway

Unto the horizon, my heroes stretched beyond my sight

With the green companions swaying along by the side

Oh, end of mild and dawn of joy just a dream last night

Still with the sight of white Iris, I opened my eyes wide

~END~

 

The Dancing Stage

The dancers align 

All red birds with golden crests

They twirl and bend and glide, like god’s own beam

If not for their red robes, they might well be swans

The drums and violin join the stream

A gentle melody in sight and sound like the summer dawns

And slowly, the music profound

With the dancers beating the air

Their rhythm fierce like the devil on fire

Their eyes gleam with the flames of the heart

High tide on full moon night match the joy they sire

They twirl and bow with a final beat

~END~

Sticky Notes for a Dear One

You have been through dark hours

And it’s about time to lookout for the sun;

It’s up to you whether you sleep through the dawn

Because you’ve stayed awake through night 

Or to show some grit and meet the light!

Don’t burn the rest of your life and throw it away

There will always be the garbage man

who will come take the garbage;

The question is whether you make him 

put his hand in all that muck

Or make it easier for him 

by not throwing your life in the trash!

Don’t apologize to the person who advised you for good

They will not be angry for disagreement;

They will be angry for apologizing and not mean it; 

Later you will have none to apologize to but yourself.

~END~

Do Not Leave Me

I feel a downpour of love showering on me

This love is so beautiful it hurts

Drenched I am

Do not let me dry!

A smile blooms on your face, prettier than the flower

My heart, light and sweet, full with nectar

You are a snowflake, Frozen yet Tender

Fallen from nowhere, White and Pure

I hold you in my hand

Do not leave me wet!

~END~

BIO: Shailey Bellamkonda is 15 year old High School student, from Hyderabad, India. 

Shailey has been writing stories and poetry since the age of 8 years and her short stories got published in online literary magazines such as Amazing Kids, Teen Ink, The Wise Owl.  

She enjoys writing both Fiction and Poetry; for her, content chooses the form and goes by the words as they form in and flow out of her. Her poetry reflects her love for Nature and respect for Humanity. Her works in prose encompass all genres, from Romance to Horror to Drama to Fantasy but all have human relationships and fundamental emotions, like love, fear, jealousy, anger are at their center.

Besides Writing, Reading and Academic Studies, Shailey plays piano, paints and enjoys old time regional film music. She is also a travel vlogger.

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Setu, December 2022