writing is my passion and this blog is an outlet to my beliefs & emotions.
I did it secretly.
It was a cold blooded murder.
It hurt, the pain eating into my flesh
Bleeding till death.
The place I planned to bury,
My heart, was the cradle of everything.
Nurturing the first rush of adrenaline
To the last bleed of breath.
I believed
It to last from the cradle to the grave.
As it bloomed, flowered.
Till the fruit was forbidden.
I tried burying it deep inside.
All my effort in vain to seal it.
It would surface time & again
To feed on my pain
I started to build a tomb,
Still I couldn’t find enough
To stuff thousands of them
Memories that carved a niche
All of which seem nothing, like a cliché
I was lost, defeated.
I stopped with two words
Carved on the tomb, ‘never ever’
I knew, I can’t help
But live with them.
Till someone digs a grave for me on my behalf.
