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  Apr 2014 Dead Poet
Sukanya Basu
It's the fear of getting hurt
The fear of getting lost
The fear of haunting in minds
The fear of snow and frost
The fear of immobilized usher
Not showing the seat of pride
Where is this love
Do turn back the days and time
Tears are evanescent
Fears are mortal
Jealously is contemporary
While love is immortal
Bite me into the realms of immortality
He's not fearful of hunger
He's not afraid of sunlight
He adores rain and thunder
An empty min is a devil's workshop
But an empty heart is a broken cover
If there is a question of what love is
You may ask it to my fearless lover.
To fall in true love is an act of bravery. A fearless hero may go out in the battle who is mortal but whose love is immortal.
  Apr 2014 Dead Poet
Sukanya Basu
Here i was, wide awake
Looking for my step ahead
For if i fell in sinful pit
There would be a matter of life and death

Fearful drops of vicious water
Came towards me as a man of slaughter
Breaking my vein, stabbing my heart
Looking at me to tear apart

But i kept my faith in  Almighty
Unbelievable for you and me
Still as a response to midnight dark
Fearfully beating at the pit of my heart.

Came the siren answer to me
Who are you, whom do you seek?
I said, my voice in a hush tone
I'm in search of a room, i dont have the key.

And again the voice of  wisdom rang
Putting in me the word-"i can''
Telling me to try my best,
Pushing me to pass this test.

I sat up taking a new ambition
Ready to get rid of this complication
But as i stood up, came the thunder
Bringing my head down to wonder

Neither i had treasure to take
Leave silver, diamond or gold crate
Not even a leaf that room holds for me
So what shall i conquer thee?

So i sat back down for ages
Passing through all my weak stages
Slaving under the ******* of fear
Holding back drops of tears

I can't do it! i heard myself say
Stoping the freedom and running away
Though my mind laid on the peaceful heaven
Thinking and thinking from day 1-7

All the pleasures of heaven being irresistible
Made me more and more feeble
Suddenly a thought came to my mind
Which turned back the days, turned back the time.

Human as i was,  greedy as i can be
Forgot all the pleasurable treasures waiting for me
For heaven was it! heaven was it!
Freedom was the throne where i would sit!
Dead Poet Apr 2014
Loneliness is a bane
All my life has gone in vain
Left behind with solitude
Which is my companion till death
Come death embrace me in your arms
Whisper to me the silent song
Take me to the land of eternal love
Where i shall be found by the name
DEAD POET !
This blade controls me
This blade enters my skin without stuttering
This blade knows it's home within me
This blade hasn't yet cut too deep but has taken my life, you see
This blade is my life now
This blade slices through my skin like a hot spoon through butter
This blade draws art on my wrists and writes stories on my thighs
This blade will one day end my total existence
This blade is my addiction, you see
This blade has become my infatuation
This blade is wrecking me
This blade is scarring my skin with shiny white lines
This blade makes me joyous
This blade forces me to cut my activities short so it can cut my skin
This blade is my bestfriend, because when
This blade allows the red to run free of my flesh, I get giddy with excitement
This blade comforts me
This blade will be here 'till the end...
{m.r.l}
  Apr 2014 Dead Poet
Camellia-Japonica
No bricks, no mortar
Just empty rooms.
Space so large it truly is never ending
Silence, so quiet it screams.
Doors only unlocked at certain times
Windows always looking in - never out.

If we looked out what would we see?
Croquet on the lawn?
A garden party?
A dog chasing its own tail?

Focus on the dog, the ******* dog
It's teeth, the steam of its breath as it pants
It's fur glossy, midnight black
He's padding forward, to you, you at the window

Go back, run, find a room that's unlocked
Unknown, uncared for.
Hide, retreat, leave the black dog outside
You and that dog can never play ball.

You find a room with a checkered floor
Black and white, chess.
You, are the Queen of this chess mansion
You, are not captured, not today
Not by the black monstrous dog.
© JLB
  Apr 2014 Dead Poet
suicidalsmiles
One cut
Two cut
Three cuts more
No more Ruby no more.
Four cuts
Five Cuts
Can’t let it go,
Can’t stop it.
I love the rush
The release from my chains
That have been choking me.
This obsession,
With societies idea of
“Perfection?”
It’s killing me.
Your obsession of me,
it’s merely a fascination of the sick
And twisted.
Want to see more?
Come here.
I’ll show you darling.
You start here you go there.
You feel nothing but the knife.
Sweet silver against the white.
******* torture.
Oh I see.
Now you’re scared of me.
But my pet.
I’ll just laugh in your face.
Because you see:
YOU did this to me.
I’d like white roses for my funeral.
Yes my name is Ruby. *whoop*

— The End —