Quit playing games with my heart!
Their indirect criticisms
sting me like a serpent but
inspite of that I subconsciously
has fallen in it.
They love me passionately but
not in the way which I want,
They belong to my semblance
but I don't belong to them.
I always shut my tongue btw
my jaws ,though my passive voice
always poke me to burst out
Where's your trouser gone?
Ants're on the way
Save your lovely wing.
A letter to remember is what I wish...
But have my voice ever reached to you?
A shard of steel is stuck on my skin,
Pain pulsating again and again,
You were a stab in my chest to begin with
Sinking deeper as the sands flooded
I saw you as one to keep the wound from bleeding.....
And although it reeked of my blood, and flesh
your sinking is what saved Me..........
Last time also I told you,
Stop playing with fire!
Don't lemme reveal your evils and dark secrets,which will no longer exist as Dark Secrets;
No darling, No
Off your eyes
Let me wear my clothes
Cooking sandwich later.
What blender you did
Didn't you feel shy yourself
I wouldn't tell to anyone
But God knows
Was anyone already in picture.
Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Got a locket
In your pocket
Putting this one in the grave
And I know you won't tell what I said
Because two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
They were once smooth
Tough enough to not let you go and soft enough to make you stay these hands craved you
They once cleared all its tears and laid an decptive mask
Stumbling on path and still walking straight was unclear
Falled in the dark but still the strength to get up and walk was clear
The darkness failed to stop me
It gone through all harsh all rough
Now it was time to be together hear
As this fragile heart still fear
As you take my hand and place a ring on my heart
That it took a second to make my strength double when our hands joined together
These old trebling hands still have the strength to cross any path just to be with you
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 104- SKYLARK SPECTACULAR (#2)
FAR FROM REALITY
PARTICLES of RUST between
broken cerebral connections.
as memory is moving out
and time moves on.
Far from reality
Familiar cadence repeats,
I am syncopated passion,
THINK of a plethora of pain never forgotten;
in moments SCUFFED outside wisdom’s mind.
When dementia finds me
far from reality
banging and bombarding
a misplaced identity
where only music
was MY ESCAPE.
Finding a fading smile
sunset pausing briefly
basking in MOCKING shades
of days passed away
stroked against p...