Mental Health
It's dark
10 seasons we created Between the words we exchanged After a winter night On a dewy autumn, I called it love. 9 different colours Sparkled in your eyes I changed my curtains To all those shades 8 days it took For you to take my call My heart felt hollower Than your apology 7 roses in a bouquet All a shade of red You looked at my expectant face And said you like the white ones 6 minutes late I entered the cafe Your glare greeted me And your retreating back Bid me goodbye 5 reasons I gave myself To love you again But at night 4 of them disappeared as I discovered in your bedroom 3 guns you had been Hiding from me 2 bullets is all you took To take away the future Which could have existed but won't 1 body lied Blood painting the floor Your eyes of 9 shades Still stayed closed 0 promises remained As you opened your dark eyes And looked at my frozen body Tinted red.
By Umesh Yadav 3 years ago in Poets
A pice of mind
The more things I went through, the more I convinced myself that there is something true in this quote from a book I recently read. The quote is "pain is pleasure". Why is it that when I lead a daily life, everything is average-statistically good, I feel empty and meaningless? Because I prefer up-down-up-down. It's more meaningful and interesting that way.
By Black Belt in Business3 years ago in Poets
