Like a common face in the crowd,
And a withering leaf on a tree,
The mourning of the enchanted sky,
i'm the buzzing sound of a bee.
So incapable, so rejected,
so invisible, oh so meaningless
And my life is an inverted umbrella,
There's no place to hold on to.
It's like a living tornado,
which disrupts lives of others too!
Like a blinking light in the sky,
and a drop in the ocean,
The disguising tear of every eye,
is tearing out off me.
So incapable, so rejected,
so invisible, oh so unwanted.
And my life is a broken willow,
that has a name carved deep into it,
No possible traces of reality,
My life feels like a myth.
And my life is an inverted umbrella,
There's no place to hold on to.
It's like a living tornado,
which disrupts lives of others too!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
From the Diary of a Rapist's lover.
Clenching it tightly in her soft, little hands, she stared right into his eyes with cold indifference. Through those indifferent, inconsolable, indelible eyes, she conveyed her pretentious innocence. She managed to mock a smile, a real smile. She announced to him, "I've received it. Leave." He turned around and walked without another word, towards the door, stopped at the grand threshold and said, " I love you." She faked a laugh this time, " Leave."
Slowly uncrumpling the parchment, she read it out, voice barely reaching out from her throat till her lips, " I slept with her. Please forgive me, I love you." She wiped the tears from her eyes, and lit up a cigarette. The "click" of the lighter echoed like the tick tock of the clock, like his footsteps walking out the door. It was pervasive and poisonous.
About a week later, she couldn't stand the melancholic atmosphere and hence, decided to take meditation lessons... And she decided to give him another chance to pluck off her petals, roughly.
Don't unleash your identity.
Your disguise brings me a lot closer
to the reality that I want to see.
Your breath still lingers inside me,
rummaging through my heart,
I wish I knew what it seeks,
other than tearing it apart.
Love's always going to hold on,
it's silently going to wait,
till it's torn apart or accepted,
in its long lasting, undying faith.
Slowly uncrumpling the parchment, she read it out, voice barely reaching out from her throat till her lips, " I slept with her. Please forgive me, I love you." She wiped the tears from her eyes, and lit up a cigarette. The "click" of the lighter echoed like the tick tock of the clock, like his footsteps walking out the door. It was pervasive and poisonous.
About a week later, she couldn't stand the melancholic atmosphere and hence, decided to take meditation lessons... And she decided to give him another chance to pluck off her petals, roughly.
Don't unleash your identity.
Your disguise brings me a lot closer
to the reality that I want to see.
Your breath still lingers inside me,
rummaging through my heart,
I wish I knew what it seeks,
other than tearing it apart.
Love's always going to hold on,
it's silently going to wait,
till it's torn apart or accepted,
in its long lasting, undying faith.
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