Murder, murder…


As i see, i sight the frightening frown,
In the lust of lust being here,
Death a mortality; may you immortal,
For death is alive and alive is dead.
And the sour oh sour taste of sweet,
Crave i thee,
Rarely do i breathed of self,
May thou been, June i be.

The rasps within, alas!
How i did not betoken April of trust?
Rover of pain we are,
End to sundry ends; life renders.
Ashes of cosmic blues,
Dramatic rose to sully a piece of my,
Oh the life of good-bye i live,
In void of hopeless prays, let i die.

Again, vow me no promises,
What a language of November thou speak?
Summer, Spring, Fall of a winter days?
Long me no longings of body of adultery
Naked it stands in middle,
Black tears and red throat,
Murderer, murderer the body screams,
With blood oh blood, a story she wrote.

Death fear me, life not,
As dark as humans i stay,
Truth, their screech in calls,
Facts no fetched, and in hate of curse i lay.
Corrupt the race of humans,
For innocence of lamb they killed,
Grave; in grave murdered truth is,
Poesy of dark may the old rebuild.

  Art by; Sahil Bhambri (Me)



I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?

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