Still alive, in the whispers of some stranger,
Maybe, in prayers of someone loved,
For I drank venom from the pitcher
Of lust, ’cause my love was unreproved.
Why you don’t look at me anymore?
I tried to kiss you goodbye to school
Brother, but you were so cold,
Just stared hollow in my eyes.
You said you loved me, your sister,
But now you say no more,
Just stare at me as i cry,
Dont you love me anymore?
I share with you my secrets,
The guys i had crush on,
But you dont even flinch
Even when i cry on your shoulder.
I bathe you everyday, dress you up,
But still you smell bad,
Maybe it is finally the time to bury you,
And the love you once had.
The tobacco stained smile
Had it’s own story,
He had his share of gloomy days
And days of glory.
The cracked fingers
And the nicotine patched forearm
Worked in rhythm
As the sniff kept him calm.
A cobbler was he,
He stitched his daughter
To marriage, and polished
His son to border.
And as he wiped the last peck
Of dirt off the Lacoste,
What an uneducated widower can get?
Educated children becoming frost.
He stood at the edge of the bridge,
Burning, as fear gripped his soul,
His life too haunted to be abridged
And sung as a solo.
And he should have stayed
Where his signs held him
As their prisoner, It slowly crept
He wanted to die, will anyone help him?
He failed as a brother,
He failed as a friend,
Depression pushes you farther
Into an undying end.
He had been his culprit all this time,
Prolonging his inevitable fate,
He feared of drowning, he was just a dime
For whom no one cared.
And as he jumps off the end,
He could see their enamoured stares,
A failed brother, a failed friend,
Engulfed by depression, gave up his share.
Her wedding ring felt heavy,
Not like ‘Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers!’,
Surrounded by liars
The 12 year innocent cursed
The bleeding goddess,
And her parents, lost her
Weight of gold, for their princess.
But she was no queen,
Her feud with unhappiness ended,
Atleast Aunt Jennifer was matured,
Where can maturity be rented?
And her wedding ring felt heavy,
Her fingers too fragile for the gold,
Her consort was shady,
To a greedy toad she was sold.
Scintillate the entanglement
Which she pretermited,
Heavy yawn made her engagement
Fixed and frozen,
In the web of despair,
Death had six legs.
Miss butterfly was small,
Her wings were beautiful,
She can’t see them,
Down glided the swallow,
And pecked the web apart,
And she danced with unmatched joy,
He indeed was a true friend.