We are a crude sponge, sucking away on a plethora of emotions, cultures, violence, lust, greed and hate while walking on the year road towards all-consuming eternal oblivion.
Category: Poetry
#insta_creations (Part-XVIII)
We're all spiders spinning complicated webs of lies, confusion, hate, deceit, and betrayal; waiting to trap innocent, malnourished insects. Sometimes in a cruel play of irony, we end up getting caught in the web of another spider.
#insta_creations (Part-XVII)
"But how much is forever?" "Till the time you feel tired and decide to leave me behind and move on..."
#insta_creations (Part-XVI)
Her goodbyes left a deep gash on me. I bleed words now.
#insta_creations (Part-XV)
"Your tears are powerful missiles. Don't let them destroy you."
#insta_creations (Part-XIV)
“How much does this assault rifle cost?” “Well, we're having a heavy discount this season. Only one-third of your soul and a half of your conscience and you're ready to go.”
#insta_creations (Part-XIII)
12 floors from the ground-
A boy bit his nails in anticipation as his favorite hero battled a dragon.
12 floors below-
A boy bit his nails in futile hopes of taming the dragon spewing violent acid within his belly.
Contrast blazed in the fire.
Midnight friends whisper
Midnight friends slur, incoherent,
That I buy more of them, they are not never-ending you know;
I buy them, only to hear their whispers; and to dream momentarily-
My feet are unsteady and complain vigorously
Before being carried away on the alcoholic pyre.
#insta_creations (Part-XII)
If you sow madness in your backyard, know that I'm the fertilizer.
If you reap madness, know that I'm the fruit.
The rails
Now, as if by premonition, I knew you would leave me,
‘What did I lack?’ I asked myself, I could feel the air around me going sooty and black;
I cried, yes I cried for the umpteenth time; my head ready to burst…
Our love was so pure, perfect; why did it have to end?
I was dying inside from your thirst, needed a ‘drop’ of you to survive,
Watching the tracks I reflect, why can't we go alike them?
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