Poetry|Mistaken

Mistaken over a glass of juice, saw drinking behind a glass-door it was one fine afternoon, time for siesta post the sunny noon a peaceful mountain valley lives around the hut, with abundant trees and birds, twittering since the time of dawn. Saw throats moving sip by Sip enjoying the flavour and tongues Swiping the

Oh no, the Almond is bitter.

He was sitting there fuming at someone for saying a word not approved by him in advance. Now tell me, how a person may get into somebody’s mind, use the torch within the dark recesses to find the right word. They say, brain is the most complicated organ of the body that is comprised of

Do not die!

Just to beat them, mock them and come out victorious, do not die! This is what a victim of suicide must be thinking before they end their life. Let the inducer, the one forcing you to think about it and who has not just physically put the pills in your mouth or pull the trigger

Henna

Time trumpeting a war written in blood the days, nights. Comrades falling, lost meant they to charity, life. The terror rider it who be the invader cried death, sacrifice. Of blood to please monster the tale of old and ancient, sacrifice. The bride stares at the door still moving back and fro, in sight. keep