The Mistress

by Mihir Deshmukh   Oct 12, 2017

The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence,
two grey slits in a sea of black,
somewhere, I can hear sirens.
I lay stretched on my bed,
eyes open and mind closed,
I wait for her to return,
and shut the bedroom door.
This has become our routine now,
I'd wait for her every night,
and she would turn up half drunk,
somewhere around the dawn of light.
She'd come in and stumble a bit,
then strip and climb into bed,
no questions were ever asked,
nothing is never said.
And I'd just stare at her,
my eyes more pensive than sad,
yet I struggle to look normal,
she's all I've ever had.
And she'd smile knowingly,
then kiss me long and deep,
then hold me in her tight embrace,
the mistress I call sleep.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Emily Wacker

    Congratulations on the win! Well-deserved!

  • 1 year ago

    by Meena Krish

    Judging Comment

    What can I say about this write which has feelings and enticing
    images that takes the reader along with the writer. There was
    sadness and it made me as a reader feel for the writer’s loneliness
    but the ending brought it all into perspective. My…. I really liked
    the way this was penned and how sleep was labeled as a mistress!

    • 1 year ago

      by Mihir Deshmukh

      I am always thankful for your kind words! I remember putting up my first poem on this forum to find your helpful and encouraging comment on it and around three years later I return to find the same on yet another one! Your comments are always cherished. Thank you.

  • 1 year ago

    by C Cattaway

    Brilliant. x

  • 1 year ago

    by Paul Hirst

    Ha lovely little twist
    Well done

  • 1 year ago

    by gumshuda

    oh my goodness, you really are on a roll. two wins. woahhhhh. I'm so happy for you.
    and I need a treat for this. ;)

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