#the #kill #heart
In the quiet,Tip toe, I hear them sneak"Shush" they whisperedAwakening my soulAaahhh it sobbed.The seas heard my wailsPutting them at unease.The winds got a whiff Of my agony.Eerie, my heart raced.No one rushing to my escape.Sniff, sniffThey commenced their feast.I was the kill.Like true gourmets,They sizzled my being.Those soul sucking parasitesDemons I call them.How do I save it from 'em? ~ My soulBecause without that,I'll breathe....but not live.A corpse I'll be.....For the world around me.My flesh ravishing the vultures.Oh my~ I cry and cryFor I cannot endure this dreadful sight.The devil, I senseStands at my elbow."How are you old pal?"He greeted.And there! Then!It stopped......my heartmy breathall foregone.Too choked~ to even let out a sighHis breath gaged me.The veins strangled my heart.Causing me my own death.©purrrrr
#fear #eyes #disguise
I fear to look into your eyesBecause I know, I'll be fooled by your disguise.©purrrrr
#our #worlds #unparallel
Unparallel our worlds Yet, so common distorted life.©purrrrr
#moon #skies #never
Your skies met mine And, all along we never knew.....We shared the same moon.©purrrrr
#heart #my #busy
It's him (my heart)whom I converse with,To water the barrenFor it to bloom someday.I fear to caress itFor it can explodeinto a million piecesAnd there will be noneBut some stunsto pick up those shuns.Look! There they go....Busy with their livesSquashing my hivesWith their wild drivesA slight peekwould have sufficed.It sores from its deepest core.My feelings ashorefrom their desperate abhor.Scraping till they can't anymore.(Beehive~ a natural or constructed dwelling place for beesJust like that (hives~ exploded pieces of my heart) where my feelings resided.)©purrrrr
#fear #how #poem
How do I tell them?
People ask me to write tales of joy.But, how do I tell them it isn't my choice?I try and tryBut it only leads to more cries and cries.I could hear the wallslaughing at me, Mocking me at mydeserted mind.For the evocation of happinessseems impossible for me.The bloodless pagesglaring at me.Wanting to be stainedIn the colors of my life.But how do I tell them? ~That the ashes of my burnt serenityhave been swept awayby the notorious wind.That my heart has become a battlegroundFor everyone to play tricks on.And oh so, I still carry it like an Eden.The restless nights,Me not being able to do a glorious write.My mind's all cluelessFor the happiness cannot confess.And I murmur....How do I tell them?Every time I write a poemAt the corner of my heart,I fear, will it be my limit?Will my inspiration cease?And all again I'll become diseased?Because it has been my escape now.But my scattered thoughtsnever cease to amaze me.And here I am with another piece.©purrrrr
#castle #dig #treasures
The castle I see.....how you've been digging my treasures to build your own castle.
#sky #stars #hands
I hold the sky in my hands.Yet, I reach for the stars.(We literally have everything within our reach but we have this thirst for more.....and mind, this thirst can be good and bad as well.We never know when our curiosity for things can turn into greed leading to nothing but our uncontented state.We need to stop for a second and realise what we have otherwise we'll always search for happiness and ignore the already existing gems in our life~~)©purrrrr
#rain #gloom #bluedevils
After it rains....
I am drowning in guilt,The guilt of broken promises to myself.The guilt of being my worst self,When I could have been the best.Everyday feels like, livingmy life in drenched clothes.The cloud of gloom above my headshowering me withacid rain of sorrow and regret,almost eroding the jovial memories of mylife.My baggy eyesholding the weightof my distant dreams.The fog of confusionblurring my vision.The unsettling coldtoo much for myalready deprived soul.The chills pierce my senses.Nourishing me withkisses of frostbite.My heart numbfrom such dismal,That I loathe myself.With every step,I leave behindwet footprints of sorrow.But, it almost feels likethey have conspiredagainst me to again and again evaporatelike a viscous cycleto add to my gloom.To escape this turmoilI listen to music.But, funny is it,they are even the blues.I am young but my skin's all wrinkled.The failures of my pastovercast my mind.I am like a drenched childwaiting eagerly for theclouds to go away.To play with his friendsin the warmth of summer.I also wanna be able to squint my eyesAnd face thatablazing star.But, will the Blue Devilsstop stalking me?AndAfter it rains,Will I heal?©purrrrr
#heart #greed #his
He peepedMy heart leapedInto his greedTo be his©purrrrr