Something inside me dies every time I see regrets hanging around my shoulders. I think I should give them up but they won’t leave me. It’s all emptiness doesn’t want to go way at any cost. The world around feels so bland and even in room full of darkness, I still find fault in tickling of the clock. The agony doesn’t need. No words of intrigue hold any spark. I need to feel something strong and solid that is consistent like the daily sun. It scares me to think I won’t bat an eye to anything that for once makes me feel really alive and consumed.

Uncommunicative revenge


Dressed as a seductress
You arrived at my funeral
Looking as bewitching as I saw you the first time
Hair tied up in a knot
Those black shades of yours
Hiding red rimmed grey eyes
I swear I could see your shallow breaths
Aproaching the stand for my eulogy
You couldn’t even utter a word
Just gazing at the crowd with nothingness
Feeling numb and poignant
That pencil black shirt & white blouse
Dragging enough attraction
From your lethal body to your red stilletos
But still couldn’t stop the onlookers for preying at
Your silence like an uncommunicative revenge
Reigning through the wide hall
Still not done with the show you performed
Just a “Thank you” escaped from your lips
Before your relieving sigh cast a blow
At my casket
Grasping for breath, you ran as fast as you could
Leaving my dead corpse thoroughly sated
For my closure at the hands of you
Thou, I deserved to die
To let that shame subside my body
That tormented me.

Blue romance.


“Even the shimmering face isn’t hiding away your despair. I can decipher through your almond eyes the reason behind your kill joy. The black heads that gather at the top of your nose moan at your agony. Your half hearted smile that flash your perfect teeth fail to reach your eyes. Your twitched lips or narrowed brows snicker to get my perpetual heart beating. Your forlorn demeanor intensify when your eyes meet mine in frenzy. Judging the ray of awareness in me, you hunch down to same posture as before. Your honey colored hair tantalising me cover your face that renders me speechless. I am in a glory of torment that either makes me crave or hallucinate you. The love that is at the tip of my tongue unequivocally paves away to your heart. Our symphony isn’t in our numbered stares ; it is in our heart beats that fluctuate to get incognito. “