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Betrayal (Part III)

Let me cry,
Let everybody spy.

The empty house compelling me to commit a sin

The burning scars appealing hindered pain under my skin

The dagger in my hand – I desired to bleed

Thus excreting the organic fluid to feed my soul with creed

The unwavering will to slash my wrist

Eradicating the memories behind the mist

His face pressed against the walls of my brain

The smell of his body intriguing my soul again

He is yet a sweet memory – I can’t blame him

How can I forget our first kiss under the moon lit dim?

I am into pieces again – pleading myself to forget and forgive

My heart aches in the quest for our moments to commemorate and relive

His virtual appearance holding me close together

Hence I am nothing better, just an old rotting feather

His reminiscences surpassed me to hand the dagger again

“Let’s do it”, recalled my hasty brain

I was on the verge to gash my wrist for the blood to flow

Flow like a thrusting ocean to manifest what’s there to show

The stamina summoned when a thought clicked

Why such an audacious choice for my family cause of a vicious convict?

I threw the knife onto the ground

Sobbed and wept unless I heard a sound

As I heard the sound, I dashed to my room

Washed my face, managed to be in bed without a BOOM!

He ruled my thoughts persistently declaring his reign over me

We vowed to love each other forever with glee

Did he forget his commitment even before the war started?

Did he intend to make me bleed with suffocation and misery faint-hearted?

To Be Continued…

Betrayal – Part I

Betrayal – Part II

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This is Naima, a 17 year old gal who spends her time studying (for good grades and getting into the desired university) , reading, writing, blogging and debating. Writing is my hobby. I started this journey of writing at the age of 8 when all I was supposed to write was my daily routine over and over again. I try to personalize my thoughts in the most unique way to leave an ever lasting impression by discussing either deep or philosophical thoughts with my tender poetic touch. Poetry is the soul to my writing skills and I rather prefer to write verses and stanzas on the behalf of prose. According to me, poetry is a symbolic language where every other person perceives an ultimate different meaning of the written content and that is how one thought is manipulated into many others simultaneously. I firmly believe in the existence of Almighty and that is evidently seen in my work repeatedly. I have been blogging since 2 years through different websites and have been a freelance writer too for a short period of time in the past. (for an experience only) I consider this world to be a transitory abode and us to be the pilgrims, where our souls are sustaining the suffocation and awaiting the call for freedom! Everything is sacred in its own way, depends on the perception from person to person. THE GLOBAL UNISON! It conveys the message of my heart. The message of the ever green souls rekindled and thriving to attain the ecstasy in unity. This is a NEW AGE OF PERFECTION! The imperfect PERFECTION where efforts help you to join hands and spread the word of unity, where your flaws make you happy and you welcome the corrections with a broad smile. This is my WORLD! A world that can be presented with Morality, Humanity, Unity and Philosophy. Do check out my blog and stay tuned . Thank you.

36 Responses to Betrayal (Part III)

  1. soumyav

    This is amazingly beautiful Naima!

  2. globaldruginfo ⋅

    It’s nice :) Write a poem about how does he/she recovered from broken heart to Reconstructed heart.

  3. wow.. good one again!
    but what’s more to it now? Is he gonna come back? ;)

  4. Insight

    Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwww…………! I could see the wide variety of natural expressions from her dear. Eagerly waiting for the 4th part, buddy gal. :D \m/

    Rahul

  5. in this part i sense an element of sacrifice persay. one gives of oneself but sometimes it leaves one empty handed. these two lines really speak to me, “I was on the verge to gash my wrist for the blood to flow

    Flow like a thrusting ocean to manifest what’s there to show” strong stuff naima:))

    • It is always the case, my dear friend. If one chooses to move on with their life leaving the other behind, the person is left bare handed and had nothing to choose for a while. They aren’t able to compete with the life and world anymore after the toil they have been through.
      This line speaks to me much more – it proves to me how our blood pays no heed at times and so does our sacrifices! Thank you for your compliment (smiling)
      -Naima.

  6. Naima, Your willingness and capacity to explore the depths of physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual pain is inspiring. Your ability to express it in a way that is accessible to others is growing exponentially. Press on dear one. We are here with you. Balance, in all things to you. z

  7. Pingback: Betrayal (THE FINAL PART * PART IV) « globalunison

  8. Pragati

    Another good one !!!

    -Pragati

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