The demon

Slay him, pierce his heart with a dagger

What good would that do,

Not bring back ones to Earth.

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Masks

Masks we all love to wear,

Putting on masks,

Blue ,red or green –

Wearing a masks which is pink,

We would like to preen

It is a bit of show-romance

You see, might even make you blush

The blue masks show happiness,

Whereas red are an epitome of anger.

Deceiving people is what we want,

Black masks to make others fear

And white proving your innocence,

But grey are the ones,

You would stay away from;

Wiggling their way through,

They break upon walls, barricading your heart,

Shattered yet at peace, intriguing though terrifying.

Holding a charade, they are wily

Make you dream of wistful emotions,

These mixture of black and white,

They show they could be real;

Baffled as they are with their nature,

Little do they know, what they have is true.

Putting on a yellow mask,

You see friendly faces filled with glee,

A green one showing you the boorish,

Caressing the jealous talons;

All I ask is why do we even wear this?

When all our emotions can be real,

Why can we not be our true selves?

Β©meloheart

After all these years

Clarifying yourself, promised to be there,

Insanity, people would say,

But I believed in you.

Change in occupation, do you call that mature?

You know not the value of priority,

Something bound to keep you stable-

Yet that is the one lacking,

Perhaps life did turn better,

Hence erasing you from my life.

Reverberating

A sensation of going back and forth,

For as long as I remember,

Being so close to the top yet , very far from it;

I can’t exactly fathom the reasons,

By now I know the pain and can bear it without shame.

The pain of working hard,

It’s the pain of giving my best,

Where no stone was to be unturned.

The mind still doesn’t listen,

It plays the game of expectation.

And I always lose in the end.

The last string

Where did we go wrong?

Could I not give you enough love?

Or did you never feel it for me?

When did we start diverging?

Was it a month back ?

Or did you never give into me ?

Was there no apathy?

What if I stop calling and sending those texts?

What if I stop holding the last string between us?

Will you tie it up for us ?

Will you give us a chance ,when we need it?

I’m not sure about it anymore.