Please love me..

I looked into the mirror,
Stared right through the scars,
Both the seen and unseen,
Once more the memories flood,
Each time it hurt,
Each time I pleaded.
I love you, you know.
Please teach me not to hurt,
Show me how not to cry,
Caress my pains just a little,
And tell me tales of love,
Love's that pure and content.
The more I stare,the less I see,
Less of me and more of you,
The ghost behind me, inside me,all over me, actually me.
The one thing I can't flee from,
Yearning for your embrace only results in the sting of your slap,
But I love you.
I had chances to scream,
To run and hide,
But every time it went in me,
I could only scream ' I love you '
With every stab I could only plead ' please love me'.
In a hundred realities,
And a thousand fantasies,
I'd find you and I'd choose you,
I know it's a suicide mission,
But I do hope, just like Jesus,
Mine will free love from thee.
Mirror on the wall,
Am I the fairest of his all?
Each time I felt pain,
Each time I cried,
I let you abuse me because I love you.
Please, please love me back.
I love you.

Lucia

The stars in her eyes,
Or is it the little pretty dimple by her smile,
So in love was she,
Swaying down the road,
Singing love melodies.
Of him and her,
Though hearts so far,
He said he couldn't stay
That he had to go far far away.
But no! Love doesn't know distance,
Because no miles can kill romance,
All alone in the woods,
With no one to eat her delicious foods.
Little pretty Lucia,the lonely bride,
Loneliness that would never overcome her pride,
She did wed in shame,
To a lad without a name.
The say love is blind,
But in it she found sight,
For she believed in Lucas,
The man behind her emotional fracas.

Your love.

Even when days were too grey,
And happiness was just a word,
When hope left such a void in my being,
Your love found me.
Times when anger and pretense filled me,
When nothing made sense,
The voice in my head constantly threatening,
Your love held me.
In the darkest paths,
In the strangest way,
One emotion drew images of brighter days,
Your love taught me how to,when to and why  to.
Lost in a maze,
It lit my way back,
Dug me out of hopelessness' pit,
With a thousand reasons not to fight,
Just one taught me what was right,
When doubt rose within me,
It drew out reason.
Love, you so freely gave to me.

Virginia the Virgin

There came a time,
In the land of whores and woes,
The need of a warrior,
Soldier of some sort arose,
And she was born,
Virginia the Virgin!
To be the very epitome of beauty and purity,
She had to be the one,
Though born under conditions not so legitimate,
Without a surname,
Virginia just had to be the ultimate hero.
No matter how many corners there are in life,
The planet isn't square neither rectangular,
And as fate and destiny always have their way,
Virginia the virgin
Became human

Kill me quick

' KILL ME QUICK '

There might be a thousand ways to die,
and only one way to live,
For some it's just a confusion in between,
But for one Mr. Ken,
There was always the 'Kill me quick ' option.

In a rugged hut,
The filthiest of all places in the town,
He walks in with a full wallet
And leaves empty of his earthly sorrows.

Kill me quick,
Kill me happy,
Kill me swift,
Kill me now,
Drunken chats he'd mutter,
After a pints that were never odd in number,
( there's always that +1)
He saw heaven much more nearer.

It didn't matter whether it was Monday or Sunday,
After all they were just days,
Man must live or die..
Ken survived half the times.

Then came Friday then 13th,
Let's just say Cliché became niche,
On the worn out stool,
Just like that,
Kill me quick,
Actually killed in a flash.

Bloody pains

Scarlet Confessions

I did it Father,
One,two, three all the way to sixteen,
For all the affairs he may too clear,
Every time the blood splashed, I sighed with relief.
Knife in, knife out 
Bernadette, Suzzie, Jane even that filthy Mercy.
With every stab I made it clear who the bitch was,
It felt so good Father.
The pains I had endured for so long finally were released.
I had worn white specifically for this event,
I actually termed it '16 stabs of Pain'
Father, you preach about love and forgiveness
If you were in my shoe you'd understand.

He pleaded for mercy,
But all I could remember was the pain
I didn't want to feel anything
So I ceased being human for sixteen stabs
I hope he forgives me too.

I'm not really convinced I slayed him,
But I taste his blood every time I bite my lips,
My hands are scarlet
My blood stained dress hangs perfectly in the closet,
A constant reminder every sixteen seconds.

 

Days i vividly remember..

Ten days a whore.

Days when I felt too vulnerable, too free, too me

Walking down a thousand aisles with a million men

Not giving a damn, not a single care,

Old and young alike; life didn’t allow me to choose.

Staggering abortions and a whole load of meds too,

I cried when I fell and laughed in the rain,

When I slept with the father and tamed the son,

I learnt to give freely, forcefully, lovingly and grudgingly.

The street fights and shameless bargains,

Days when being a whore made me feel more than whole.