Month: April 2011

They Always Leave

His words wound around her fragile heart
like a vengeful venomous snake
to strike again with malice

she stood stupefied and motionless
trails of tears slithered down
the hill of her bony check

with careful intent he folded his clothes
she watched him pack his bags
swing it over his shoulders

in utmost grace he walked to the door
she held him back by his bag
and broke down crying

a broken heart to nurse, wet eyes to dry
why do they always leave her
making promises at first

she will stumble through life for answers
nobody can answer her questions
she will go back to being her


Image from Google

Spring paints seasons in colours
clouds disperse to a bright day
flowers flower to blooming life
rivers cleanse the dirt beneath
trees spread their roots deep
rain brings fresh fragrance

love of family bond strong
loyal friends remain faithful
money buys every necessity
wealth gives status and power

yet death shall breathe chills
into souls to say goodbye to life
wrapped in white clothe on a pyre
shall burn to ashes into nothingness

[This is the 3rd poem I have written on death in a row. I assure nothing is wrong. Death fascinates me. ]