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The Goddess of Woe

The Goddess of Woe

Observing them from behind the invisible veil,
Cackling over their sin and pain entwined souls,
Twisting their paths back toward the old roles,
Playing with their fate till the last doleful wail.

Following her as she stops by the ancient clock,
Whispering to her words of otherworldly bliss,
Preparing fateful circumstances of the last knock,
Annihilating hope of future with a baneful hiss.

Ripping soulmates asunder is my demonic play,
Giving and taking with insouciant and cruel whim,
Showing the mortals their lives are fragile clay,
Filling their hearts with pain throbbing to the brim.

Delighting in brokenness caused by fickle hearts,
Infusing hope only to shatter it anew with glee,
Trampling dreams of picking up the broken parts,
Wreaking havoc before to other amusements I flee.
Jana Vasilj-Begovic

Writing is a creative outlet for me. My regular job deals with military foreign language training and testing (Department of National Defence of Canada), a field in which I have publishe…

Beware of Serpents


Beware of Serpents


 Highly venomous serpents

 Here, there and everywhere in the society

 in broods and broods of huge numbers

 Living in the darkened hidings of the underworld

 The most innocent appearance

 and perfect nature,

 they bring to reflection

 blinding us to the sight of the truth

 The coil made of their abnormally phosphorous body

 measuring a great length

 In the midst, there is the shimmering face

 gleaming with luminous, beady eyes,

 half closed in trance of meditation,

 the meditation of stalking

 An intensely poisonous snare their coil is

 The pray gets drilled by their fangs

 Yet noticeable to none of us

 is the torturing trap in that coil of harmless beauty

 At the face of anger with a shrill sizzle

 they would make a noose of themselves

 around your neck and wring it

 until vomit comes out of your mouth,

 until your eyes lunge into the last sleep

 These phantom serpents

 with their hungry, thirsty stomach

 which never gets satisfied 

 though huge quantities of food

 slip into their cord like body

 Still flickering their forked tongue

 wanting more and more


 Deft tricksters for hoodwinking

 Totally apt to the instant

 as if in a fancy dress parade

 Year by year sloughing their skin

 discarding the old one

 So the identification getting crumpled

 Their incurable sting, if hurts you

 befalls the dreadful birth of another serpent

 Or, otherwise, death will catch you

 May be the serpent is the closest of yours

 You will never perceive the one

 till the havoc tumbles on you,

 having been stung by the very serpent

 So, beware of serpents!      


Indunil Madhusankha


Indunil Madhusankha is currently an undergraduate reading for a BSc Special Degree in Mathematics at the Faculty of Science of the University of Colombo. Even though he is academically involved with the subjects of Mathematics and Statistics, he also pursues a successful career in the field of English language and literature as a budding young researcher, reviewer, poet and content writer. Basically, he explores the miscellaneous complications of the human existence through his poetry by focussing on the burning issues in the contemporary society. Moreover, Indunil’s works have been featured in many international anthologies, magazines and journals.



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