The Bottles Call My Name- A Poem On Drinking

They are lying in the shops
All around the city
So pretty

They are full of liquid life
That is sloshing so beautifully
Calling me

They are in my budget now
But I cannot drink
I can only think

They are calling my name
I listen but I don't bother
Cuz if not me, they'd call some other

Leaking Emotions: A Poem Of Loss

I am leaking emotions from my pores
Till there's nothing left to leak anymore
Been too much now I cannot even cry
Though I try, I try, I try
But there are no tears in my eyes
Should I go crazy and scream at the skies?
But that would be stupid so scratch that thought
I think I'll make do with what I have got
Some thoughts
A bottle of pills
A rope
A blade
And the mess of life that I have made
Will I walk the sinner's walk
If I keep talking this loser talk
I leak more emotions walking into the glades
I walk with thorns kissing my face
I used to think I need my space
But now I need someone to invade it.
Shit.

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Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it.

Shadow Dance Omega

I looked for sense in books
In street corners and nooks
I checked with the crooks
All I got were dirty looks

Some days, it simply isn't done
What is the purpose of being a human?
Would I be happy if I were a tree
Would being rooted set me free?

We are trapped in cyclical fits
Repetitive pain of being alive
But we grow so used to the bullshit
If not fed that we'd not survive

There is only a question, forever
The answer for it is never never
It is only a smirking, smug grin
On the face of the big joker, God.

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Hello dear readers, how have you all been?