The silent myth
The sacred nuptials
the bind mackerel
a broken furred leg of spider
a feast for ants
fused medallions
Evoke the night!

All my life
I wanted you
All the day
thought about you
expecting you would love back..

Now I know
Say
I cant expect you to love back

50 poems in Hello poetry.
I have completed the lesson one of knowing the borders of  poetry through my friends in Hello poetry. Thank you one and all for supporting and not supporting me.
Now I know there is a big ladder to climb and we all are at different blocks.
Once Thank you all.

She sits there on the verandha
her kitty pausing for some occasional mews
she had pale blunt eyes
long unknown odor of thoughts
She speaks else
She sees else

Everyday
there is his solitary lady..
I see I pass...

The hues that we respire
the chants of myth
heavenly birds in the ghats
India brims with the untouched
borders of mortality

The days of  sweet
your face shining
the smile, the origin of happiness
that was more.. to see your plain skin.

7,8,9, ten days passed
I've run past the corridors of school
to find your trace.
At times I see
a pair of sandals tripping to the van.
At times I see
a pair of hands  crossed in his.

Still I run everyday
Hoping you would give me a gaze
the one you had in our beautiful days
dear
still I run..

He laid on a rusted bed
old worn out blankets
his face pale and questioned
He yelled at me.
He laughed at me

"Feel the pain ****** me
the cancer banging my cells
the tumor trembling my lungs
the new paradise
of toxins and pain killers.
The radium exploding my skin.

I feel raging
powerful, the king yet fragile
I'm the warrior of all the valleys
Yet I lie in the corridors of this unknown place
Everything white...
Who are those people dressed in white
Is that a small sword in his hand
NO, he is piercing my skin
STOP!

I will **** all
I'm dying..
PLEASE don't **** me

And there he lies
crumbled to the sedatives
And I walk out with cancer in my thoughts..