Month: October 2015

He ate my heart

Blindfolded on his lies
he put a leash on
and again pulled me in his falsehood
I wagged my loyalty
dug down my heart, buried our love
it sang in every beat

handcuffed
I couldn’t lay a finger on him
not a small pinch of blame on him
still it sang in every beat
Because I was a knucklehead
who buried his lies deep

Gagged
I couldn’t ask..
he knew the only proof
his circles of lies
my illusion of love
dwelt around the fleshy cardio
that sang in every beat
he fried my heart
on a oily words
and nibbled down his throat
he ate my heart

Chills and Goosebumps Part 1

The soft cotton grew darker and left a horrible muddy taste after downpour.  Why a mud would pretend to be a shoe to fit in for a naked feet. However it successfully does! Drops, that attempted freefall, settle within. When it realizes shabby clothes where they were sheltered, “Eww” one of them disgust, and fall off to bake slush. Yep! They deserve, but Clients are not in awe of such baking outcomes.

And the sky drools over its favorite cotton candy. Wannabe shoes are out of theatre, cracking up the act they put on. Shabby clothes are shabby again with a ray caressing the bruises .The same bruises that peep through and pray for downpour to accept them.