i drowned myself in sorrow just to talk to you
but you were quiet.

If you wanted the sun
I would bring it to you
with burnt hands

Amidst the market,
Shall I sell my lies ?
For it be seen expensive,
And afront stand many prodigals
Just as did I
Oh ,no!
I shall rather seek an online site !
Just as you ,
Maybe Facebook or any other for hi-byes

What of the stories,what of you,what of the words or what of my dew
Lies and lies 
Strangled the fliers 
Witnessed it, he has admirers 
Sweetness and tartness ignored 
Mulberry swallowed but in the heart it sored
What would the 'dead lips' pen
When it had not the truth,son
Curses though slip off
Feelings be never any drawf 
For to hate 
Once there should have been love's bait tight
How dangling and dwindling 
No shore was he ever kindling 
Hours and hours 
It takes no par 
Touch not that knight 
He has swords defending with might 
How barren is he and
Knows not any scabbard
Those wands of enigma 
That suits not the noble hands off stigma
Suitors of temper 
Shooters of blood towels much damper 
Is it your blood ? 
Shut-up for god's sake 
Let's arrange him a slumber

Would now the grudge,
ever smudge ?
What kind of kohl has smeared the eyes ?
Blindfolded now,who once was wise.
Which of its version,
Is wiser in person ?
The world has you into dilution,
Or has eradicated the illusions ?
Why do you all look alike,pallor,
all deficiet in any valour?

Words don’t hurt
They haunt