I wrote your failure somewhere..
Where did I keep it?
I wrote your death somewhere..
Did I eat it?
Last night, I ripped off your passion somewhere..
Whom did I give it?
Last autumn, I colored your faded soul somewhere..
Where did I shelve it?
Last winter, I froze your blood somewhere..
Did I keep it in the fridge?
Last morning, I clouded your thoughts somewhere..
Where are they now?
Paradoxical thoughts and a less considerate being..
I loved you like a child’s first cry..
Selfish and mean a being..
I wanted you to stay with me..
Suspicious neighbors ask me about the stink they get every moment.
I hurl them abuses saying..
“It’s your sinned soul that stinks..
The dirty mind you have”
And I slam the door..
Only lord knows..
The pleasure in making love with you..
Since two years..
When you lie with blank eyes..