Until this D-A-T-E My Poetries were Virgin Dressed up into 8-9 layers of protection, 15:09 -When my poetries stumbled Upon the Dark and Mysterious poetries Of Yours -They started walking in the Direction of your footsteps with Your Poetries walking In front and mine At behind and They Gasped looking At the Speed your words were travelling And Once they Reached the Doorsteps Of Your diary -Your poetries asked mine To Enter the Crispy house of Emotions And My poetries did Entered unaware of the Emotional Trauma they were about to dance through.
Of How my words surrendered their soul, In the Hands of Metaphors your poetries held And the Ones they tagged as crown in their poetries, Of how under that Dusky shelter, The Layers of heart were Taken off With the Promises (That will never be fulfilled) And the Confessions (That were never true) Of how the words started to Shrink And Tried to settle in some corner of the pages Scared and Feeling Loved at the Same time Of how they Confessed under the stars and moon That were pasted on the pages of your diary To keep an Illusion of L-O-V-E. Of how the Truth written N-E-V-E-R/ L-I-E On the Top of that Grey page Lied again and again On the face and When My poetries turn back To their original positions after Trying to Heal the Pain of Grey scars.
Of How the Kisses full of love turned aggresive With Scarlet Queen find its real home- On the Lips of poetries,Of How the Hugs full of care Turned the Back into the hues of Dark blue marks,Of How the Pages turned Numb from the Darkness your every single word held, Of How The Eyes of your poetries Filled with Petals of lust-The Ones that Claims to hold the Ocean of love,Of How the Poetries hands Tried to captivate the Injured wrists With a bundle of Rope,Of How the Nails ripped the skin on the arms, On the Legs that never stood after that, On the Stomach that never Spoke after that, On the Back that Has been Numb from years, On the Face that's been burning from ages now.
Night passed but the days after the torture That you claim as love -My Poetries tried To drown into the White liquid termed "Poison" My poetries tried to strangle themselves With the Nib of My senseless pen, My Poetries tried to jump in the Ocean Of Melancholy but the attempt failed.
-My Poetries are trying to survive, Because You killed them When they were living.