Love is an emotional suicide………

Never have been in love, never will be.
With all the unwanted dilemma’s surrounding love stories,
never will let anyone invade my life and
break my heart so easily.

Heart broken souls have nothing to say, nothing to share,
nothing to give, life isn’t fair.
Life has become sour, they say as they await end.
Their unspoken tale bitter than ever.

People live and preach love,
cherish it for ages.
Later the word ‘LOVE’ and the impulsive attempts made,
are concluded as meaningless, when hearts go astray.
A very special emotion wasted.

Some things in life should be left untouched, like emotions.
Because some outbursts always cause devastation
or simply resist existing.
The purity and sanctity of emotions,
torn into shreds.

If this is untrue……………then
Why the colour red when in love,
is it just to cover the void in you and your life
that deepens?

Why scrape off the image that sparkled in your eyes,
just because now it delivers pain?

Why want changes to occur quickly,
that may result in an unpredicted,
alarming end of your expectations?

Why complain and compromise,
when you don’t want to loosen your hands that hold the rope?

Why feel insecure,
when your heart is clouded with menacing
venomous smoke?

Why let the heart skip a beat,
before it started racing to its end?

Why punish others,
for the mistakes committed by you?
Why wait for someone,
who abandoned you,
leaving you in despair?

Why give up living for someone,
whose heart still beats,
even without you?

They say love gives the sweetest dreams.
But how will people dream,
when love also provides sleepless nights?

A ripped heart, numb mind, unsettled thoughts,
no wish to survive, no sentiments,
nothing to share with the world divine.
If you wish to gain this………. Attempt LOVE.
LOVE is all you need to die staying alive.

Undesired Expectations...............

Deep cold voices get trapped in these bricks,
On which stand the walls of my glorious future,
Promised to me.

One dreadful night and I see cracks on the walls climbing up high,
Depth is immeasurable.
A planned race to bring them down to the ground.

Eventually I see the walls fall down on me,
Entrapping me under.
Blocking every ray of light, air hole.
Suffocating me to death.

No path to light,
No more places to hide,
No more ME.
The windy breeze throws a blanket of bloody red mud on me,
Saying its time for you to die.

My last moments are like alms given to me.
So I selfishly exploit them by thinking about ME.
ME, myself, my mind, my soul.
Not even an ounce of the word ‘MY’ is ME.
because everything I have and have done consumed
thoughts, ideals, values, advice and expectations thrusted in me.
Not by choice.

Today, this day has come because I was turned into a puppet.
I have no memories of ME.
It’s as if ME was brainwashed years ago.

Tired and weary I need a breakthrough.
But reaching out to hands stretching to help is not what I opt for.
Every hand there smells of expectations.
It’s either you stand on your own or die little by little.
Sitting and grumbling in your low-lying burrow,
About what life could have been and what it is
And this is what happens when you don’t listen to yourself.

Nobody notices the agony and desperation faced by a person.
Every person has to carry his own burden say wise men.
But what about the appended burden forced to carry,
Called Expectation.
No more, no more.