Do not weep at my grave,
for I'll rise and make thee choke.
Tear thine heart and drink the black fluid.
Make a necklace of rotten flesh.
Put it on my gravestone and be immortal.
To hunt you every night and day.
Make thee taste thine haunting medicine.
Put an end to thee misery-maker!
Rest on thine grave and weep.
Tell you to come back and haunt me again.
"Come back, O misery-maker! Come back, put me out of the Misery."
You shall not come, for I'll rise and make thee choke!

We all live once—they say—
But we ****** & are murdered—
many times—In many Forms—
committing crimes—
and also falling victim to them—
In sin—in virtue—
In love—in sacrifice—In many Forms—
We die & are reborn!

The sky wears my grief in a veil of storm clouds,
Each thunderclap an elegy, each lightning bolt a verdict.
Even if you wash away the crimson stains,
The echoes of your sins will never fade.

Why does sorrow weave my fate into thorn-laden tapestries?
Did my cries kiss your ears, or did you weave silence as a shield?
You shattered me into constellations of agony,
Each droplet a relic of your unatoned sins.

The valleys yawn like ancient wounds,
Rivers of rubies spill through their veins,
While mountains rise as merciless titans,
Laughing at my feeble hands that cannot scale their spines.

The fire you kindled consumed more than my flesh—
Only ashes remain, whispers of a tragedy embalmed in wind.
Yet my soul lingers, a wraith woven from anguish,
Drifting between dusk and dawn, pleading for reckoning.

Lost in the labyrinth of wailing willows, I hunger for justice,
Yet solitude devours me like a specter feasting on the guilty.
You were the beast cloaked in borrowed skin,
A shadow masquerading as light—could you not be human for a breath?

Justice rides the chariot of time, relentless as the tide.
Soon, the wind shall carry the taste of your own venom,
And the stars will script your downfall in the language of the gods.

The sadness falls in sheets of rain—
I long for an umbrella of love.
You are the Atlantic, lost in tides,
I am the Pacific, distant above.

Two waters that will never meet,
divided by fate, by silent war.
Loneliness hums in flickering streetlights,
shadows stretch, but mine is no more.

The mirror mocks with a cruel smile,
a stranger wears my skin and eyes.
If self-love is an illusion,
why can’t I stop despising mine?

My world, once golden, now Atlantis,
drowning beneath a memory.
The pillars that held my past and pain,
once strong with love, now start to break.

And as the cracks run deep and wide,
they show the truth I failed to see—
the ones I cherished, swore were mine,
were only ghosts disguised as peace.

El Dorado gleamed on the horizon,
but it’s farther than the stars abide.
Betrayal shattered like porcelain glass,
a wound too deep for love to hide.

Yet even ruin learns to harden—
one day, I will return the favor in steel.

The angel
Draws the Glock
With a swift flick of motion
Pulls the trigger
A bullet rips through your core~
As it strikes
The truth unveils
The show begins.
You kick & slam
But the enigmatic door remains~
You gave it your all
Concluding the telecast
Your white sore in a red hole
Rot, maggots & gore.
A true crucifixion of your soul.

~Burning in vengeance~

Now you face the mind~
A chasm carved by arrogance.
& now,
I become the angel
Trigger poised in suspense.

He holds a blade in his hands
( A sharp and thinner )
Will he cut his own finger
Or will he cut another

He is been told -Past & Now
He is been scolded - Past & Now
( First for use, Now for the Plough)

"Oh , he went to hurt another?"

(The blood is crusted on his nails
And blade !)
Now will he wash off the blade
to tell If
He cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He swings the blade
And dried off
And then,

He said " she was the target"

And
She had a blade
She said calmly
" My blade is blunt & so I
evade"

(The boy remembered what they told
They said everyone lie and they pretend
But he thought she was different
And didn't defend

He said "hold my hands"
She looked smiling,
And had her hands lend
She swirled her fingers
And blades with them,

She stabbed her blade
In his fingers
As she said "The end"

He got up and walked away
And In the forest,
He soaked his own blood
On the blades and then
walked away)

They asked him
Did he cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He replied
" She was strong and had a big
Shiny blade "
" She lied that it was blunt
And she may evade"
" Though I knew she was lying
And so I fought her with my own
Blade"
" She stabbed me twice but
I prevailed"

They remarked him ,
For that he cut a finger another
And gifted him a new blade,

He spent his days in regret
Scratching the blade
And with his nails
( Becoming ****** and erased)

He was proud for the new blade
He thought it will make him
Anew and remade

But

whenever he saw it
It made him recall
"The smile of the girl
And The lies in her swirl".

I shall still reminisce the olden days, in return you broke me in a thousand ways.

I have been through many eyes but I was lost in yours, in return you blinded mine.

I have seen a million faces but I wanted to see yours every day, in return you have chopped mine.

I cut fruits and took you out to dinners, in return you have poisoned mine.

I bought you flowers and wine, in return you crushed and shattered mine.

I adorned you with gold, silver, and time, in return you have stolen mine.

I stayed faithful when you lay with others when I thought you were mine.

I thought of our future till the end of time, but not a single second you thought of mine.

I was a diamond ore waiting to be mined; instead of loving me, you saw the money of mine.

I shall not move backwards to the lonely times; rather, I choose to be filled with this pain of mine.

I shall bleed with a thousand cuts than to live forever in those lonely times.

To a lonely heart, love shall rarely flow; the difference between love and betrayal I shall never know.

True love always lived in my eyes—if you still come back, I will still proudly call you mine.