QUEEN OF CARDS: POEM

I wish I were the bling of perfection,Not a broken spade, hiding in the shades,Waging war with incompetent cards. I wish I could send hope,To me and the deck of cards.But all I ever do is scribble in my heart. I wish I had the club of kings,To tell me I need me more.But I

Garden of Salvation: Poem

As I lay down with the evening roses,Bitter memories make even thorns banal.Some pricked me pretty deep,Reckoned it to be petty tricks.Wounds afresh, never healed,Eons seems to be recalled.Scarlett honey flowing flawlessly,Is it the eternal ecstasy or misery?I’m ready to bathe in my blood,The nectar of my unfruitful deeds. As I look around with hopeful

CRYPTED (poem)

Sprinted into the vault, To hide away from the fault. Are you a coward? My courage devoured. I neither see me nor you, For my self is in blue. Why are you timid? My heart still throbs, My wounds not healed. The pain so fresh. The flames still burn. My life turned upside down. Inept

DILEMMA

  She has fallen for someone. She shouldn’t have done that in a jot. Why not? How can she trust him in a blink? He’s genuine, I think. No one can be trusted easily in today’s world. That’s true. But all are not in the netherworld. Her parents will never agree. Why is that so?

CRY FROM THE HEART

 

KILL HER WITH KINDNESS!

CRY FROM THE HEART.

THE TRUTH IN HER BLOOD