Friday, 28 July 2017

A WHITE & BLACK LOVE STORY





The spades are rolling over the hearts

And the dawn and dusk are passing
And still I can feel the heats of that night
Plus now I am in lonely as solitude.


Are you still remembering that night?

The night you ripped my heart
Anyhow Still I am in that dark
And there you locked me as forlorn.


I felt like I am in a desert

Where the ambiance shows tragic
I tried and I crept to find an avenue
And I found an outlet finally.


The event helps me to think 

And those thoughts which I can't blink
The upshot revealed me as a villain
Not on other's story but on mine.


I am not a normal villano

But villano as fair as horror
I didn't lie to you in any reasons
But those are as soft as pebble.


I know I am your incubo

Incubo as same as daymare.
I won't blame you for being in my life
Because, those days taught me something.


I am sorry for being in your life

But the fate of us is to meet.
We met and you got a new schurk
schurk as tough as black


The words of sorry falling on me 

But you didn't hurt me, if so
I will be the only reason for you
To be hard on me as a bitter.


I never ever thought you as a mistake 

And moreover gave a pleasant intake
Plus no way reflected for an abstain
And much over and above to retain.

Monday, 24 July 2017

AN OPEN PEN___





Hate me my dear sweetheart,
As the gift for my love.
Blame me my dear sweetheart,
As the delight for my love.
Rip me my dear sweetheart,
As the joy for my love.




I saw you not as a lover,
But more than that you can't imagine.
You can treat me as a cheat,
But the fact is I am not,
As I am not so you also not.
Not, as clear as white.
My rules made you a prisoner,
And sealed you.
Not in a chamber but in life,
Where your freedoms are forbid.
I treated you as an asset,
But you felt it as a burden.
The burden as heavy as night.




My pen is still open,
And it can spread ink widely,
But my white sheet stops capturing it.
Not because of the ink,
But since the words made it to weep.
If more it falls it turns to sweep,
As the bright in the darkness.
So my open pen stops to spit
And starts to weep with the white sheet.......