Anguish.Guilt.Tribulation.Torment

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As he floated azure in the wild waters,desperate to consume him;their job half done; that last glimpse he’d had of her flashed in his mind.Blood oozing out of her swollen belly.Tears oozing out of her crimson swollen eyes.she was dying.

The angle they wanted to show the world to was death even before he saw his mother.

Loss. Agony. Remorse. Repentance. Soaked in guilt,doubtful if even dead was capable of relieving him,he let the waters consume him.

 

 

Drops of Solace

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Sure? Maybe?

Confused? nah!

somewhere midway.

I walk.I feel my soaked clothes sticking to every line of my body.A sudden wave of wind makes me shudder.I listen to a song I do not understand.It allows my thoughts to float.I dislike utter silence.Damp grass smells good.It had been raining.It was the sound of the rain that made me want music I did not understand.

 

Inter caste?

In the cold waters of the high tide

A shark decided to make a dolphin his bride

It was real,it was weird

It was true,but they feared

For of all such lovers,the waters had been cleared.

They too were parted!

Assuming it a love that did not succeed,

the dolphin’s heart began to bleed

But the shark wouldn’t give up

And as the sun merged with the ocean,

he eloped with his prized possession!

Penpaperpoetry & Words

How pleasing they are sometimes,

How prepousterous they are sometimes

Like the nightingale’s music sometimes,

Like the frog’s cacophony sometimes.

 

Thought over twice sometimes,

Thoughtless sometimes

Paint pictures sometimes,

Shatter sometimes!

 

Proud sometimes,

Moaning sometimes

Solite sometimes

Mischievous sometimes.

 

Intriguing sometimes

Ignorant sometimes

Sung sometimes

Puked sometimes

 

Lost sometimes

Exuberant sometimes

Sighs of the heart sometimes

Sometimes blots,of ink!

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Safety:a satire

Sure,Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

But the beholder may not always be capable of beholding the innocence of beauty!

 

 

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Vicious cachinnate  drenched the air

Intoxicated,her body bare

The cacodaemons hovered over her

while the cars raced ahead in a blur

Those who stopped,

stood and watched..

 

 

She abused, rampageous !

the the demons mused,glorious!

The more the cameraman filmed,

the more his virtue shrinked.

Not once did the reporter intervene

Rather,showed to the world what he had seen..

 

 

TRP was high,profit was forked

The passers by,her screams that echoed

All broadcasted on national television

like porn,with no aversion..

 

 

They say she should live to fight

That girl who had been modified into a sight

for all to see.

But why should she be?

To file a suit that will go on for ages?

To identify the animals the police cages?

to relive the memory if ever it stales,

as the attorney pushes for intricate details?

 

 

She perpetrated no wrong

yet her life is still water

her soul misses it’s jovial laughter

her heart misses it’s relishing song..