The pangs of an early riser

Struggling to emerge out of
that soft cuddly white blanket
fat and fuzzy.
It is a fight every single day..
The nose red and numb
watering due to the incessant cold.
No,it is just time for the last metro,
but my mind sways in favour of my bed.
I want to merge into sleep
so tempting and so needed
in the shivering winter mornings.
Alas,time keeps chasing me into reality
and I jump out of my comfortable paradise
to a morning,
full of traffic,angry abuses and
a fear to catch up on my attendance.
And,you say men should follow their dreams!
Hah,only in their dreams,you mean!!

Agony Aunt

Ripping through the last of the letters
addressed to my exhausted memory
I pray for a little bit of closure.
The sound of salt water trickling
annoys my senses
I let my tongue touch the moist waste
flowing like they will never stop.

I want to look into your eye
make them burn
pierce your soul
make your heart swell up in guilt
I want to stab that fake smile
that unending spirit in you
I want you to feel the way I did
'cos you deserve no less.


Will you please tell me why?
Why I wasn't enough
as a companion, as company.
As there are still a few letters left
in my sadistic brain
and until you confess, why?
I Wont find the closure I need.

Beast

They were right about her,
all along,every time.
They claimed.
She hid well.
Well enough for her to last.
Last long enough
for the damage to be done.
She had a certain glint
in her eyes,
and a smirk. very unusual.
Even the constant allegations
were neglected.
She was playing her part
naive,talkative and intriguing.
She scripted the acts,
directed them accordingly
and sabotaged several
who confronted her territory.
She was greedy now,
for the taste of victory,
as every win tempted her more.
But,time came for loss.
Loss was not something
she knew of, it turned her mad,
wild like the hurricane.
She attempted,
to finish her story,
struggling to come out clean,
but in the tiring hassle
she ended up killing
her very own self.