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About Love And All It Is Not
Love is,
replacing the soothing touch of water
with the burn of swirling red.
Love is,
broken glass on the ground,
not being able to differentiate red from red.
Love is,
freely seeking comfort in another’s bed,
knowing your own will be empty anyway.
Love is,
conceiving a child,
in the hopes it will turn your lives around.
Love is,
heated argu...
Sunday 29th October 2023 8:58 pm
Broken Record's Repetition
For me,
Please,
Stop cutting.
I said.
A broken record.
Only now,
As she lays in the grave,
Six feet under.
I wonder
if things would have changed,
If I just once asked her to
Stop cutting,
Please,
For you.
Would it have made a difference, though?
The reason to cut or not remains
the same, either way.
Nothing can change that here
the...
Thursday 19th October 2023 10:16 pm
My Last Act
I pick up the shards of glass
that are scattered on the ground.
I marvel at them in wonderment,
how beautiful it once was.
Still, it'll serve a good cause.
Such a pity,
won't you applaud?
This is the end of the show,
Don't you hear the crows?
Toss your roses
Or will you wait till my eyes are closed?
Pour the alcohol,
Let the bubbles float to the surface.
Dr...
Sunday 28th May 2023 5:01 pm
Mercy
People often say that God is merciful.
Then why is it that every night, every day, every waking hour of mine,
I keep reciting the same prayer?
‘Have mercy, my Lord, and put this subject of yours out of their misery’.
If God is so merciful, then why is it that I still find myself breathing?
Exhaling every breath, hoping this one will be my last.
Why is it that I find myself all t...
Tuesday 21st March 2023 10:10 am
Poetry prequels pain
Poetry comes to me
In bits
and pieces
I write it
On a paper
All those
random lines
Which look like
Prequel plots
of
A hurt
not yet felt
I keep losing
this paper
Just like how I
Keep losing the
Thoughts of you
And of
you and me
Confusing
my heart
So I get to
postpone
the hurt--
Tuesday 14th February 2023 4:40 am
Home Interior
‘’See you tomorrow’’,
that was what you said.
Back then, I could not identify it as a lie.
I only realized when I got to your house the next day,
your hanging frame decorating the place.
Thursday 9th February 2023 2:51 pm
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