Phoenix

Puffin’ the hand-rolled cigarettes,

Sippin’ on quality scotch,

The smoke filled room and the rainbows in her soul,

3:15 on her broken watch,

She was not the same girl,

The one who fled home,

When she was ordinary and eighteen,

She was not afraid to fall anymore,

There wasn’t much left to be seen,

She was fire and chaos intertwined in harmony,

So she flipped through the pages of a magazine,

The place to which she belonged in all her entirety,

In those pages, she was alive,

Clothed in magic, flaws and time,

While she had survived the war many times over,

The world is now reduced to the wraith of her madness,

Where she had her place in the sun,

The stars got tangled in her hair,

And the moonlight sparkled in her eyes,

The curve of her lips so much like a galaxy’s edge,

She was a broken beautiful universe all in her bruised self.

Embrace your brokenness for that is what makes you an epitome of beauty and a phenomenon of magic – be fearlessly and unapologetically you.

 

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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