The world spun a bit too fast maybe
that the lipstick marks turned into cigarette scars.

You buried the person I fell in love with.
I buried the part of me that got affected.

How many marks will you cover to forget my existence?
My love, I've branded you with scars that are a part of your soul.

Destroy all the mosques, the temples and the churches.
And this world will itself witness the difference between
the men of faith and the hypocrites.

I was sitting alone in the bar watching people getting wasted when she came and sat right next to me. I didn't notice her much until she asked me, "Can I buy you a drink?"
I looked at her and smiled, "What's the occasion?"
"Nothing, just finding a perfect way to finish my celebrations ."

And that was it. A drink led to a couple of more till we were no different than the people in the bar.

Around 3 at night, I woke up from what seemed like a dream and found her sitting in front of the mirror. I watched her as she brushed her hair and colored her lips red again.
"Where are you going?", I asked her as she got up to leave. My question made her stop in the door.
She didn't turn back, just whispered,
"Where all the dead people go."