Mark my landscape with your fingers whipped in lust,
Stain my terrains and curves with your lips.
Come down and unravel the mystery while I gasp
Inject me with painful pleasure
Devour me!!!

Vacantness of my soul is no to be bared
For any fill would be interim

I am not my body
I am my defiant spirit....

I have not given up on you
I have just learnt to place my worth high....

You made me to fall for yourself
You pushed me away
And In between I found Myself

A bruise, a cut and the dripping blood
makes you sensitive like a rose bud,
Perturbed for what lies on the surface of the skin
Cared to notice what experiencing underneath?
Mental scar, depressed mood and grief so extended
why are all these left unattended?
Are these not signs of mental illness?
Then Why are these dealt with Prejudices?

Take me inside you is what he pleaded
She took him to the guided tour of her heart instead,
enroute he met the grieving edges, the bruised corners and the blood spilling plastered walls
Dreaded and bewildered he left only to disappear
smilingly she locked her heart  thinking about his unkept words;