Love, a murderer.

Love is like a cigarette, that smoulders, burns. You crave it every time, inhale it, let it suffocate your lungs. It is like a drug you inject into yourself. It infects the blood in your veins, turning the red blood into blue, just like your feelings. Love, it is alcohol, so comforting, so soothing, snatching away the consciousness with every sip, poisoning you. Like a razor, which is so small, you cannot even imagine the amount of destruction it will cause if you hand this little killing thing over to someone and let them cut you. Love kills.

Camouflage. *Dedicated to me by a very special friend Mahreen*

Another night, again so blue.
Suffering in pinching darkness,
clutched in the paws of solitude.
These reflexive thoughts are withering my mind.
This loneliness and desolation burns me from inside.
Them barbaric humans are not of my kind,
I find myself oscillating between love and hate,
I am love and they are hate.
It all comes out of my eyes in the form of tears,
And washes away my face,
Yet you ask me why i smile so bright? Why my eyes sparkle?
I tell you that is how.

The daughter of Eve.

I heard mother talk to me,
"Dear love, you mean alot to me",
 She reminded me she was there for, me,
Oh that little telephone she used, just to hear my heartbeat.

I loved the music she listened,.
The dresses she bought that glittered,
Then one day I stepped into this new world.
"Its a girl", the doctor told,
Mother loved me no more,
Daddy didn't hug me, this feeling was so sour,

I was a rose that just blossomed,
And they never loved pink flowers, I reckoned,
I wanted to spread fragrance of love,
But they plucked me,
Was I this shame to you,
That you cut me?
They choke me to death, mommy cried,
To stop daddy, she tried,

I live no more, I am sound asleep,
Son was the one, for what they'd greed.
And I was the Daughter of Eve,
I was the Daughter of Eve.

Woe.

Cigarettes, they help me live when I die,

Sleeping pills, everytime they stop me when I cry,

Its tough, but still it is what I abide,

In this cruel world, we all reside,

My poetry is what gets me high,

The feelings, the world,  its all so dry,

My eyes hurt, the teardrops fall,

On my skin, slowly do they crawl,

I know not of what I write,

The ink comes out, in moments of fright,

I'm stardust, but the sparkle is long gone,

For I was a mere soul in this body, 

That God had thrown.