Hell and Beyond

Yes I love her
I love the girl who kills me everyday
Who burries me everyday in my own sorrows...
Who tells me everyday how much she hates me
But I tell her every time... " I love you as much"
And suddenly I shoot up
I become a giant
And from this hight she looks dwarfed
Like a tiny worm creeping around
I become Nemesis
I sense the fear in her eyes
She tries to push me aside but I am too strong for her
She hits me ... no effect
She shouts ... but her shrieks vanish in the limes of the walls
I rip her apart
Go down on her
Scattering the very being of her existance
Destroying her bit by bit...
I punish her for not loving me...
I rise wiping the blood of my face,
And as I leave I turn one last time to look at her
Frigile body wrapped up in white bed sheet
Her shrieks and mourns now slowly fading away
I turn back and In her ears sofly whisper
I love you...

Untitled to the core

His cappuccino had long since gone cold. He didn’t plan to drink it anyways. He wondered, why it hadn’t struck him earlier, this feeling called love. She sat at an arms length. Engrossed in her own thoughts. Half looking up, from the Italian salad, which she so loved. A serene silence enveloped them he wanted to tell her how much he cared. He wanted to tell her how he died every time she battered her eyelids. She looked up from the plate and flashed him a smile. He didn’t want to speak; he didn’t want to stir the silent nothingness. Sometimes words don’t do justice to it. He realized how much he loved her, but then her affection had long since gone forth.
“I am not really that dumb, there is no future in it – “
He reminded himself. Love and infatuation battled with the willingness to forget. The road seemed improbable, impossible may be. A series of “whys” rang in his head, but sometimes a question brings ever more complex answers, i.e. if they bring answers at all. The path seemed broken and the journey impossible…the love, the time spent together, the memories would all remain a question, a question forever.
She perhaps sensed the turbulence in his head, with her raised eyebrow she nodded her head, perhaps asking “hey what happened?” she allowed him a small but a warm smile. Within seconds he made the most important decision of his life. Mustering all the strength from his stomach that god had given him blurted out…
“I love you”
He left shortly…

Distance...finite...end

Most of the night has passed, She is leaving tomorrow. He loves her, she knows that. He repeats it to her everyday like names of god. He doesnt drink regularly but he has had a drop too much today, perhaps! She takes his hand and kisses it, the lines on his lips widen on a positive note. He bends towards her and cozys up. The music of the Pub slowly drowns...silence...peace ....nirvana. Mustring up all the strength god has given him, he blurts out..."baby I love you...." she hugs him...yes redemption shall be his today. In a second he says a thousand small prayers. Though he doesnt believe in god he doesnt want to upset him today.
"Babes you know I love you...and I wanna know your decision..." He senses a sense of doubt on her face.He knows its difficult for her to make a decision . But its not easy for him either. For he dies a small death every day. " Babes if you have made your decision please say it now." He knows she is ready with her answer now...She doesnt say anything just a nod which suggests a 'No', followd by a 'sorry'. He can only smile now. He leaves shortly, as the DJ in his jargon invites every one to the dance floor for its Valentines day today.

Fragmented Self

I tried to complete you
It was a mistake
I had crossed the lines
I had to be Punished
But i wasn't stubborn
I had taken your permission for the silence I bore
And together we had promissed each other
The longness we longed for
What Was that blow that tore us apart I do not know
You still went ahead and collected your self
And became Complete again
But I remained Fragmented or Never Tried to be complete again