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Poems, Random thoughts

If I had to Kill You

If i had to kill you, i would gladly decide
to choose between the machete or the glittering knife,
to kill you seeing the fear or end all with a painful stride,
or to chose between the merciful side ,
it won’t be easy for me,
it hasn’t been easy for what i felt,
i had to drive myself insane,
for this massacre to be soulful gain,
i have pictured it again and again,
i feel the blood in the veins hovering with pain,
to hear you for mercy and then giving the schrizophenic smile
then letting the blade do the work,what it does with pride,
It wasn’t easy but it’s over now,i see no motion
just haunted eyes that tell a story,
of how i ended my pain with the blade’s glory,

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Nostalgia, Poems, Random thoughts

Echoes of Rain

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I still hear the drops on glass
That come to break silence at last,
One after another they come barging with noise,
And i hear echoes of the rain without any choice

The echoes take me to a place i have been,
Being their is a painful sin,
for the memories and pain that attach to the place,
they keep the happy soul from me displaced,

Echoes taught me it’s okie to cry,
like the sky that’s magnanimous and isn’t shy,
to let go of things you can’t control,
to let your heart heal the soul,

I would hear them all life long,
would see the drops on windows passing along,
The sky has finally taught me to let it go,
it’s okie for me to accept this very slow.

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Poems, Random thoughts

Thirst

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I have a thirst for things i see,
be it a drink,fame or money,

the more I get,the more I want,
it keeps me busy and uneasy.

The thirst goes wild as time pass by,
things add up in the list and my throat dries
there is a fear of having nothing to quench
dry i’ll be dead with too much resent.

Thirst is although good sometimes for me,
I know what to get,what it will be,
When it dries inside i know what to do,
keep working like this as i am about to.

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Shattered Windows

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Windows that are shattered tell a story,
of people that live there without any glory,
broken glasses do cause pain,
hitting back memories spent in vain,
of roof left attended,of cradle that swings till now,
of laughter that echoes like scream somehow,
the winds dare not create any noise,
to awake people trapped there having no choice,
the blood is spilled all on the floor,
a perfect setup for a serious gore,
the baby still laughs and runs the place,
searching for the dog,never ends the chase,
the place remains like this anytime of the year,
laughter,voices that seem terrible my dear,
i haven’t seen them but just have heard
they were a happy family,like every third.
nobody stills know what happened there,
some say it was murder,some say poisoned air,
leave them alone and do not follow,
for their memories are scary,happiness hollowed.

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The Mist and Me

The Mist is all I could see
Strange it may see,it seems on a killing spree
Thick white disappearing with no ends,
cold,unfriendly like omen,
they say it takes you and gives an easy death,
without pain and sorrow,without regret,
I died a long ago but still have the pain,
Me and mist are friends now,unseperable we disappear.

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