My head bleeds:
Myriad thoughts
Staining the fresh pages,
Of the old diary, which has been eating dust since ages.
Painting new stories,
In sleepless strokes,
All different yet held on by that one shade of crimson.
Often during midnights,
I let my favorite singer
Sing me to sleep.
The music runs down my veins,
Eliminating dead heart ceilings.
I swipe through that one folder, titled ‘crap’
And often I wish, to rename it.
To hide it no more.
Lips gape for no cause.
As I no more consider you a loss.
My pillows are often stained in sea water,
Often during midnights, l walk around at the terrace,
Looking at my feet,
Wishing my shadows, to be yours.
Often during midnights
I sit alone, in the darkest corner
Though by the window
Just to watch
How brightly moon could shine,
And how beautifully the stars could twinkle
Giving me one last reason to survive
Often during midnights, I watch it rain,
I let the waters slap my mind back to reality.
And still,
Often during midnights
I think about you,
Holding myself together.
Wishing the head on the other pillow
Was you.
But
It continues to bleed
And often. .
Often during midnights,
l also wish,
It was never me.