The remained was eternally desired affection,

Alas! That was only a fantasy, a sad confession.



I regret the failure to bond a great relation

I have never been kissed, a remorseful expression.



Would you kiss me? He had asked

I remained wordless and shocked.



Now I see him in frozen dreams,

The handsome body immersed in to the streams

His tender touch couldn’t reach up to me,

Like he is lost in horizon far away from sea



Oh come back my sweet love! Come back again!



You shouldn't have resisted the feeling,

I hear unknown voice in my ear whispering.



So I woke agitatedly in the middle of dark night

And wondered gazing at the glittering star

If he'd come and kiss my ****** lips with a delight

Then I realized and collapsed knowing he’s already gone far

Viki

They give us a white paper
Tell us to paint a canvas
But what do we paint?
The darkness in our hearts?
The pain in our soul?
The demons in our heads?
So I paint it black
Then splash of red
They ask why that?
I respond "you said to paint our canvas"
People start to stare,
They start to talk
They ask "why is it black?"
And say "She's Weird"
To me it is the painting of
Struggle
As I look in the black
I can see it all clear
There's a story being told.

I Painted Myself Black..

He felt awkward and embarrassed
Hesitant to talk or smile, may be stressed?

O he is dark as hell! people would say,
But he never had them much attention to pay.

He hid behind trees and watched us play,
He might have wished to be on the ground some way.

I gazed at him and smiled with delight,
But with fright, he turned away the sight.

So next day I painted myself black,
The beautiful color we people lack!

He stared at me for a while and then laughed
O what a innocence, I too laughed..

I approached him and pulled him on the ground,
Freeing him from the racial rope he was bound.

I saw him confident, and we played for very long,
Feeling happy and singing that song...

I painted myself black... I painted myself black..

O his happiness was the reason, I painted myself black...

The Volume of this Extreme Pain

The volume of this extreme pain is so loud, that made everything absolute silent.

Tired carrying this numb flesh and senseless mind.  

Long lasting sorrow of this fragile life, hope to end soon.

Frozen Bones



Mom, why my bone aches?

Why my entire body quakes?



Is this a punishment or am I out lucked?

I wish death would release me than being plucked



Mom, I don’t need drugs or chemotherapy

And no blunt hospitals or hopeless radiotherapy



Mom, before it’s too late and I’m trapped with aphasia

The life’s agonizing; please liberate my soul by euthanasia



Sorry Mom I talk so ruthless,

Nobody wishes life to be so worthless

Promise me you won’t cry when I am gone

Wherever I’d be, your life must stay on.



Your grief is giant that’s last thing I know

I wished you would have seen me for many years to grow



Oh Mom! But these poisonous bones, Why couldn’t be fixed by glue?

As ashes of those bones would immerse and my soul flew

I shall fall asleep peacefully and see a dream of glorious view

Mom, you shall be glad imagining, my life will be calm and new



My life here is nothing but the silent assembly of frozen bones

No flesh, no blood, no pain, everywhere are just peaceful zones

Royal Poinciana, the only bliss in the summer!



The stream swiftly flows,

And the livid wind blows,

As many a red bloom throws.



Royal Poinciana, the crimson bud,

Tender sparkling of the red blood;



Like an orangey blazing flame,

And saffron color in precious gem;



Deeply dyed in the rich glow,

Royal Poinciana, the only hallow.



Oh this shiny summer afternoon makes ill,

Watching Royal Poinciana is a mere will.



Soon ruddy blossom would appeal,

In florid color, my eyes would fill.

This night is somewhat strange, seems like a gathering of the million storms.

Death is so obvious, only if life overpowers it.