poetry

My Dear

 

Don’t you fall down again

I may not pick you up

 

Don’t you make yourself weak

I won’t be able to make you strong

 

You are growing with time, and

I want you to be independent

 

Don’t expect me everywhere

I am no more reliable

 

You can feel me within yourself

Like the traces,

running through your blood

 

May god bless you

O My dear daughter.

Poetry

ARTERY

 

Crimson blood spilts out 

as the sharp glinting edge

beneath the sleek skin

leaves the tattered layer

 

Immense pain strikes the mind

with the feeling of dizziness

Hazy imprints of memories

lurks the body as they start to fade

 

Fleeting moments of realisation

No more turmoil masks

Life will no more mock or

create any other obstacles to pass

 

Torrent of sufferings is over

as the trapped soul leaves

Wilt framework collapses, the

curtain falls and vicious circle stops.