I reached my home with a smile,
And took a pen and paper to write.
Then, He says, “No, don’t.”
I asked, “Why?”
“Because I don’t want to die.”
I smile and said, “I don’t care.”
And started writing.
After some time, he did died, and,
I thought to myself, one wasn’t enough for me complete.
And I dumped his body along with plenty other's, and took a new one,
But this time it’s Black.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:16 AM UTC
As I stopped at a store
for a pillow my wife asked for.
I started picking bunch of them by fabric.
It's the only quality that I look for.
I reached home late,
busy getting sober
She was already asleep
without a pillow.
I looked at her with torment
And gave her the pillow.
I stood there,
Till she felt the fabric..
As, I pressed it against her face.
I whispered,
“It’s getting easy.”
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 8:18 AM UTC