Blood Bath

Raining it was, inside and out. 

Darkling was the sky,

darker than my ebony lips.

Dangling my legs down the balcony- 

of my umpteen storey city monster, 

I sat spying the street drama below.

Masks, rush, lies, owl hoots, honks and-

helpless ambulence sirens.

Kids of migraine were playing-

hide and seek in my forehead.

The damn streetlights undid them. 

I ignored it for the pimples in my womb.

Scarlet pimples and panic attacks...

Depression and belly bursting pangs.

Eggs that'll never hatch...

The city god smirked from the drainage.

I waved back hushing the-

horror etched in my hell-hole eyes.

Black hair open, the night glided, 

insomniac like me-

weary of the treacherous ballads.

The hoardings hollered status and beauty,

I hid my face with my wavy hair.

From the opposite balcony, a sigh came-

flying and hit my face.

Bitter.

A zombie lady smitten by love.

I pelted my sandal towards her.

Smithereens of mirror gushed down.

Irritated, I howled and pulled my hair.

Stamping legs on the sunshade,

I swished open my wings of pessimism.

Tears surged down the cheeks, 

for some reason unknown.

Lips had a tint of his kisses, 

given and taken in a dream forgotten.

My lethargic aura snored.

Someone urged me to jump down,

but I was the shadow of idleness.

Pitiying my cynical self-

 for gazing the Hades in and around-

 like the 'newborn' devil, 

 I lulled my past sorrows alone.

 Friend's No. flashed in the mobile screen,

 seeking a shield against her miseries.

 "Its ok babe I'm there",

 I hung up, putting on a plastic smile. 

 Lost, all I needed then was-

 to bathe in some warm blood.

Warm blood in a damp womb, 

made warmer by mom's touch- 

and dad's kisses sweet. 

"But to be born again one has to die".

I was too lazy to die.

So I wrote a poem in my head.

"Raining it was inside and out.."