Our torn humanity..

With the last breath she told us..

"You were wrong...you were all wrong"..

Like a pack of hyenas we pounced on her...

tore her into pieces...

our ugly long nails dug into her flesh..

till her blood covered us...

and we rejoiced in joy.

Our blood strewn faces gleamed..

and we promised..we'd do this again..

.till he bathe in the pools of blood

of our mothers..sisters..and daughters...

and then..after devouring the ones

whom we were suppose to care and protect

we slither back to our holes like spineless serpents.

We said..."You're safe here..."

We said..."We'll keep you safe"...but with silent whispers we also said..

"You'll die...in MY wrath..in MY hunger..

in MY twisted humanity."

Will we ever know..what we've done..??

The hounds...the mob...the MEN..

now that she's gone...

our humanity..our sanity..

in our cornucopia of miseries...

we shall reek of death...always...RIP.

(We are sorry we couldnt protect you..save you..or even avenge your Death)

Who Manity

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And the clock ticks away

Patient waiting wanes…

And the bloody show smiles and claps for a finale.

And the clock ticks away

Each moment … of a pain so severe...

That even death gasps in horror.

And the clock ticks away

Humanity claws at innocence ripping it apart.

And the clock ticks away

More cries of… “Mother…I want to live”… fills the air.

And the clock ticks away

More MEN speaks of justice and peace…

And the clock ticks away

Those bastard sons of manliness soars high.

And the clock ticks away

We do nothing…

the clock ticks away

she stretches her hand…she wants to live…

clock ticks away..

humanity shame on you…shame on us.

ticks away...

Away.

Dreams in Shades of Grey

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Dreamy Smoke...

curling up to form faces...

in shades of Grey...

and it's shadows dancing on me...

the mesonoxian love and all...

 

You say, I dream in shades...

Shades of Grey...

My stories all weird and strangely hollow...

My poems...so phoney emotional...

all shades of grey...or even black...

I find myself...with unruly poems...

a straight face and a blank stare.

 

I feel lost...sometimes..

With no shadowy dreams..a grey smile..

or a white drop of fine sunlight

Someone whispers inside my head, keeps on saying...

"These are the last few dreams in grey...

last few drops of colorless raindrops...

last few words of  meaningless rambling..."

 

Before i go.. 

These are the few shades of grey i'd love to paint..

 

Savour Them.

Before My Poems...

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The future doesnt care for my poetry or your memories...

piling words after words...I've been drawing a hope..

a sand castle meant to be washed away by the tides of time.

These were for you....dried flowers...and pages of forgotten dreams...

These words were meant to drew a world, you could see through your closed eyes...

Since the moment when abstract was no longer a word, but our history..our lives.

Or,

Happiness before we gave it a name...'Oblivion'..

Or,

Eternity before it became your goal....

Lets assume for once,

Essence is the entire instance of life...

and death is the entire essence of poetry.