Bruised

For if I told you that I love you

Anywhere but in my poetry

Coz I know my pen

Would Slip Away

And It would too

Give you the power to walk away

But no my dear

So, for now, I will write

For not manifesting my love

And never for denying it

I write implicit poetry

Words inside me that I burry

For I have mastered the art of concealing

Through experience, the techniques of disguising

Optical illusion overlaid on a lucid painting

The sourness in my eye

Veiled within a mimic smile

Lips dyed in radiant color so they occur

But a dull abstract as u look closer

I trusted once revealing my secret

But I ended up being it's captive

A mistake unlocked a new aspect

And with silence I became adaptive

A weightless body floating between time & space

A glitch in a cosmos no gravity in my case

Murky blood from a ruptured spleen

A conversation in the dark with the monsters I’ve seen.

Haunted by the spoken but never meant

A feign genesis from which I lack Kent

Devils resembling a facsimile saint

Words with their actions they never acquaint

Took a lesson from the repeated voice

To be stuck or to evolve is my choice

Fading in the past or living in the present

Cherishing the mistakes or frowning at the moment

So here am writing

With all, I got embracing

Inscribing my pain with the ink from my heart

Palms bruised so I won’t fall apart

To the scheme of the world to the pit of lie

I might be here but your deceits I won’t buy

So to infect me with your diseases

Please don’t try

Over losing this attitude

I would rather choose to die

As an authentic bruised version of me

Without a single manipulation, there is to be

So for now again

I’ll let my fountain pen drain

And spill its blood out

On this half wrenched paper

And scribble the words for no doubt

And create an art ‘till the burning piece taper

And pierce my heart

And ache my head till its bursts

And till my lung stifle

And my hands go weak

And my eyes drench

And my ears bleed

And my nose drop

And my paper withers…

I will then drown out the wrapped

Into the ashbin

Until it soaks all the scrap

And then ask for something

That’s long gone into the dark iniquity

But lasts in my soul till eternity.