A falling star scratched on the darkness In an otherwise peaceful sky Who let go of whom...?
Spring blooms over you Red Poppies... Red like the colour of your blood. I wonder...
Thoughts of hate eRupt from cracks on my skin stAins of blood malign your promises stePs I take into the vacuum you created grasP the barbed wire to overcome my fall no onE around to hear me scream your name trappeD in the abyss of love – the epitaph on my grave. -Vibha
lie - a one sided story none refute they blend, churn and spice up to claim stake in destroying a simply believable truth.
The magician had tricks up his sleeve He hid trinkets in its weave The rich enjoyed his show too many The poor did not find him funny Their trinkets lost, he could not retrieve.
He took a wife to make love Ended up washing her silk glove His life came to halt Took it with a pinch of salt A true story written above!
An altercation albeit announcing accord, Political playmates pact a plot, Caste, creed, countries collide, Delirious designs to destroy or divide.