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.
Holding her trampled ego, She walks out tall, A potent love potion, Her eyes say it all. She will not prove herself, To those responsible for her fall, She will mend her tattered grace, For her own soulful call. Her heart is for her keeping, Not a toy for all. They can destroy her body …
I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul, as darkness adjusted in my eyes. You kept your eyelids tightly closed but let the teardrop slide. The warm shiver, the fingers we held as passion rose high, Our love had found its beginning with the year's end!