kyunki duniya GOL hai!!!

had pythagoras not speculated upon the Earth being round, maybe people would have still believed they could run off the edge of the world and end the burden of their guilt or maybe just escape into an abyss, and be freed from the dead weight of their past. its simple. 'KARMA Is a Bitch!!!' it will face palm you when you are least expecting it. its just so poetic. you see the same people being hurt again and again, over and over. you see that inhumanity is the other face of karma. Revenge is not taken, it just happens. it is as true as we humans exist. the end

Blood roses

I lie among thorns,
pricked to my bones, torn to shreds,
Blood red is my garb,
Nonetheless the world still stabs me in the back,
Ruthless as it may seem,
My life crumbles and is gone with the wind,
Like wild fire in the night dancing in a trance,
My passion is aflame,
Furious in its wrath,
But a cold blue flame,
To love you was my religion,
Worshipping you was my bane,
My inglorious years keeps me dead,
Like smothered roses in your hands,
I lie awake in silence and my arms spread,
To claim what is mine
The cold stare of my eyes,
Will burn your soul inside out
We both will die of anguish
With hatred for our kind,
I stand the test of time, and will kill to survive,
Cannibalistic are my instincts,
Blood smothered roses in my mind.
-BM

Ecstasy

The ecstasy in your eyes are like emerald skies,

Your touch so deep u breathe in my soul,

Your love so pure like mercurial ice,

A goblet of water couldn’t kill my thirst,

Your essence lingers on like jasmine whites,

Time and tide are not my friends,

They write a lore in their own pens,

You brightened my life like a diamond shines.

Only to kill my sun,

To douse me in the flames of night

You promised me the stars,

Only to burn me up,

You have the mermaidain effect, 

Your trance so divine, 

Its an intoxicating wine 

And I can see my soul bereaved,

But this is what you have whispered in these perilous times,

The howling wind in silent nights,

As I seek you in my frantic cries,

The only listeners are our dirty lies.

-BM