Jailed Lovers

Every year there’d be a grand carnival,

Held at a prison in Dallas,

It was a typical religious festival,

Where the prison was decorated like a palace. 

Once a year, only for five days,

The barricades were off regardless of the gender,

And that’s when a lover’s eye met their gaze,

Giving a love so warm and tender. 

On day one they were organising the decor,

Together being the responsible one, 

From self introduction to smiles rolling on the floor,

They hailed as two distinct but were divided by none.

Day two got them closer than the first,

They had already learnt about each other’s lives,

It didn’t matter whose crime ranked worst,

Their love was sharper than all the knives.

His hobby ranged between drink and dance,

While hers was more to cook and sing,

They knocked at fate and took a chance,

The chords of laughter now had strings.

At the lunch table, whispers would hear,

About the two having an affair,

Some mouths envious and some with cheer,

Those two prisoners didn’t care! 

Day three had costume rehearsals for all,

Every one played a role in the grand play,

The love birds were obeying each other’s call,

Complimenting and kissing, driving the time away.

They’d hold hands and walk around,

Even the guards were happy to see,

That love bloomed and t’was found,

In this prison as illegal as it may be.

Day four was a leisure given to everybody,

Chitter chatter was louder than usual,

The two spoke like there’s nobody,

That day ended in their superficial visual.

The final day had now arrived,

The last time they might get to see each other,

Doubtful if they say, “yeah we survived!”

They had to find a way to be together. 

As the carnival had begun,

The guest of honour was the state chief,

With Fun and frolic beneath the beautiful sun,

The inmates left behind their eyes of grief. 

The final showdown had a play,

Showcasing the stories of some prisoners,

While one portrayed the gangs astray,

The other mend the hearts of million listeners.

Amidst the jamboree gathered there,

The crowd was gushed into a silence,

And then a plea was heard somewhere,

When a face showed up in confidence.

He said he loved her and wanted to be with her

For the rest of his life, from this day forward,

She stared teary eyed but didn’t stir,

He went down on one knee leading the gaze onward.

He proposed his life to be at her feet,

If she denied he may not live longer,

He had surfaced his time in prison street,

Only her love could now make him stronger.

In a heart beat she said yes!

She didn’t know how she could live without him,

Alas her love she did confess,

She kissed him till she filled the brim.

The inmates grew a loud roar,

They clapped and cheered them on,

No one saw the prisoners in them anymore,

The hatred was long gone!

The chief ordered an inmate wedding,

And he asked them to take oath before God,

He made sure to know where they’re heading,

He pledged to the court that regarded this odd.

He stood as guarantor for these two,

For, for the first time love blossomed in a prison,

They were transformed into souls anew,

A star had set and a star had risen.

Today they have a beautiful family,

Kids are married off and grandchildren visit,

His name is John and hers Emily,

Prison walls have the names engraved in it.

Unfortunately they were not allowed to leave,

Their crimes had come in between,

But having served more than 10 years up their sleeve,

The prison had seen a signal – Green!

They were granted permission to live in peace,

With one another once they marry,

They bid the abhor barricades cease,

That prison is now a love sanctuary.

-Adelene Coelho


Burnt yet Living

Hats off to the woman disfigured with burns.

She has fought back undying

Acid or fire whatever the hell t’was

Head to toe, even her fingers are scarred.

I see her everyday travel in the metro

Full of people jotting thoughts when they see her.

I am also one among them

Always thinking what the reason could be. 

But when I see her blazing spirit

I’m consumed by her coloured humbleness

There is no anger or distress on her face

Not that we could see any physically.

She wears a discoloured smile like her crown 

And moves forward dignified

She’s just like any other girl

In love , with friends and a spiteful family.

Yet here she is as differential as you and me

But with Forgiveness distributed all around

She listens to rock and is sharply dressed

She also tells jokes and hums songs!

Does it occur to anyone at all?

That acts like these invite more power

Women come out stronger than before

Bruising the ego of those who harmed her.

In a country of billion people

I should feel safe and sound

But when I see her, I’m only reminded 

We plant more thorns throughout.

I cannot imagine being in her place,

I might probably not even survive

Those women who have no faith in humanity now

Need to look up-to her as an example of Dunkirk spirit.

Sometimes I try to envision her real face 

She would have been a pretty one

Disgrace to our community for destroying it

They failed miserably in taking out one more soul.

Hats off to the woman scarred in burns

She is just like you and me

We need to learn to be affirmative and meek

It’s a monumental world out there we have to grace.
-Adelene Coelho 

The boy who fell in love with a kiss 

Amidst the regular Monday blues,

Reading the times,my daily news,

I see a boy across a rusty desk,

Fossilising a thought in a space grotesque.

In a scurry he waved a hand at me,

His toned body was sharp, you have to agree,

I responded with a confused smile,

Cheery he stumbled down the aisle.

The office intercom received a ping,

His status read ‘with a deadly sting’,

I laughed at the cheesy line I saw,

Yet was attracted by natures law.

We saw messages flow in and out,

From intercoms to mobiles up and about,

A cup of coffee once in a while,

I sigh more often than giving out a smile.

Finally the unspoken silence was broken,

His offer was on his palm left open,

A kiss was all he asked me for,

My mind and heart were like colonies at war.

Unexpectedly I said I will give it a thought,

For he liked me dearly but his roots were distraught,

Not having any hopes I said okay,

Thinking we’re tough, we met at the lonely hallway.

Walking around without uttering a word,

He took courage, breathed and stirred,

Folding his arms around my waist,

Pulling into a kiss, my nerves were embraced.

‘Heaven’ is what screamed inside my head,

That kiss caught our skin flushed in savage red,

When we withdrew, we could only sigh,

It was one of our best and will be till we die.

For days we never spoke again,

Only some glances were enough to complain,

We needed some more of that sweet memory,

Too bad he asked for a ‘one-time-we-can-ever-be’.

At last he directed me to a cornered wall,

He told me his griefs – he told me all,

He confessed his love for me right there,

They say sorrow dwells everywhere!

I denied my feelings and disagreed to his,

That kiss was the only real biz,

He asked for it and hoped it’ll be only this,

And now he’s the boy in love with a kiss!


-Adelene Coelho

My Bucket List!

It begins with getting on a plane to London

Walking the streets, my dreams can’t be undone,

And then to go bungee jumping in New Zealand

Trying to make my name in the Northern Island.

I want to visit the seven wonders of the world

Because among the stones, they are pearled,

Be it the Taj Mahal, or Colosseum with extensive view,

I wish to survey all of them from China To Peru.

Take a scuba diving class and swim with the sharks

Go sky diving where the horizon leaves marks

Quad biking in the desert with camel races,

I’m storming my brain with these ultimate chases.

The pyramid of Giza and hanging gardens of Babylon,

The light of Alexandria only says my travel is on,

Crumbled in a fernweh, I have to head out

To join the fortune of travelling about.

From Hawaii to the massive Victoria Falls,

The northern lights of Iceland make the calls,

And then live in the Bora Bora water bungalow,

Do you feel my vibe? I’m letting it flow!

From the hot bright sun of the Middle East,

The desert sands and falconry are a feast,

To the Cold, sharp, melting glaciers of Antarctic,

It’s an open road from Australia to Artic.

-Adelene Coelho


“Hello? Can you hear me?

I’m trapped in here!”

No one heeds my plea

No one’s anywhere near.

The walls are mounted so high

I cannot even climb them down

Each night just rides by

I’m still wearing a thorns’ crown.

Does my voice reach your ears?

Can you listen to what I speak ?

Again I only melt into tears

Smothered in errors, feeble and weak.

I watch the world move on outside,

My days pass by in solitude

I’m dying everyday on the inside

Yet breathing on hope to be renewed.

Each day is so familiar

I’m stepping into the same hallway

Unwashed and quite peculiar

I stroll around planning to run-away.

There’s suicidal in my eyes

As they blink endlessly all day

I watch as my soul gently dies

Trapped is how I’ll have to stay.

-Adelene Coelho

Tea or Coffee

All of Mankind can’t get over one thing,

Be it a dewy night or the bright morning,

Is, if coffee is better or Tea takes the medal

At no point could this debate ever settle.

When the world is at odds and the mind is at sea

We tend to seize the day and brew some tea,

But, if the coffee beans fragrance is passed over

Me and myself turn into this reckless rover!

Every other day we have a huge fall out,

I’m sure you know what the fuss is all about

A part of me loves coffee, the other is all for tea

And that is the only reason we wouldn’t agree.

Now let me tell you a tiny little secret,

I’m sure you’ll want to try and believe it,

The world is living on this giant seesaw

Where coffee and tea, are lovers and hee haw!

From frappe, Americano, cappuccino to Latte

In Starbucks, Caribou or Costa-your favourite cafe,

There’s also Jasmine, Green, Chamomile and Lemon tea

‘Oh Lord!’ What’s your choice going to be?

Let’s cut out the fight and enjoy the cup

Three Cheers with our hands lifted up

Because it’s happiness tasted and time well spent

Tea or Coffee, we’re here, gratefully present.

-Adelene Coelho

Secret Lovers..

I know you don’t owe me

And I shouldn’t ask for more

You’ve already set me free

But it’s still the same as before.

I know I don’t own you

And maybe I never ever will

Yet we’re stuck on like glue

You’re my comfort still.

I shouldn’t show you what I feel

And I try hard not to do so

But it’s just as simple as it is real

Bitter as can be for one day I’ll be no more.

I know you love me certainly

As dark things are dearly loved

In secret and in between, so personally

My soul and your shadow, beloved.

It’s only with the heart one can see

Rightly, as the eye is invisible to all

So If you live longer than me,

Come to my grave n fill flowers at the wall.

Before the ending, I have one desire

If you can fulfil it just once

Take my thoughts and make them your fire

Let no one know our secret dunce!

-Adelene Coelho