One Pathetic Little Heart

Black and white photographs

Hanging on the wall, behind me,

Dance at the company

Of sheer curtains.

Fresh coffee rings on the table

Cuddle with the lacquer

crying for my attention.

The chandelier wonder

At the brightness of daylight,

And my little heart

Wonders at the lies I heard.

I feel nauseous at how I

Put up with all those lies.

I'm just so tired of the notion

of truth.

what a pathetic little heart!

What naivety and vulnerability has

Consumed you.

You made me think I own

the autumn,

That I can have him all for myself

In my private abode.

That spurious affection was

Afterall nothing but a lie,

And my foolish heart

created fake scenarios,

with every word of Autumn,

who would give a peck on the neck,

With a pat on the back.

What a pathetic little heart!

You never understood

What seasons meant,

You never realized they belong to

each other.

You found it amusing to be with fall,

In his private party,

for you came early with excitement.

And just like that,

when autumn left,

leaving the leaves and me behind,

You still lingered around his home,

Unable to free from the hangover

and intoxicated by the leftovers.

What more it takes for you to

Come to senses?

How long does it take to make you sober?

What spell should I chant to wake you up?

Please wake up and walk one step forward,

My pathetic little heart!

A. C

Comments

Diary!

Now this has become my Diary! Even if I fail to become famous person at the time of my death..this may definitely define me..my words are my thoughts..and my thoughts represents Me !! Sometimes even if we are not able attain our dreams and desires..God somehow makes us happy. Or gives us another way to be happy with his Midas Touch !!! He is a great magician who enchants us with his magic. So i have decided to face life as it comes..because sometimes the best solution is just let it go !! A.C

No Worries!

I really wonder why people around me worries a lot. They stress on some matters as if it some great disaster is about to come.. We have this sole life and spending this whole life vexed on trivial things means wasting our valuable moments.Instead of that why can't people cherish their memories ? At least it can create a smile on their faces. Spread smiles and relax your cheek muscles. Travel lonely and accompany no one. Purchase and feel everything. Make this your motto and live a better life. You can die a better man. A.C

Murmurings of Married Women

I hear murmurings from the graveyard In the West of the town, Of married women, Dead and disappeared years ago. I wonder what a time they had, What a life they lived. Their husbands weep and weep and forget them, They praise how they looked after their women, Covering in glittery gold, Buying them silly silks, Giving makeup for a make-over. But still, the women murmur, Their voices seem to break the edges of tombs. They force the sun to dry out the flowers on them quickly. I lowered my face and listened to the tombs, It seems their lipstick was revolting, Their eyelashes lifted to show the desperation. They talk about the lies they had to live through, In fear of strangers' pointing fingers on getting a hint on their unhappy marriages. They call out their abusive partners, Told me to look for the broken bangles behind the kitchen for proof, The blood-stained clo...

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