Surgeon's Blade

Like a surgeon’s blade
Carelessly slicing the heart
Yet, with precise incision
Brutally it was severed apart.

The pain plaguing the soul
Crushed from the massacre
As tears oozed like blood
From eyes that flowed a river.

Numbness begins to manifest
As the smarting disappears
The crippling pain now leaves
A trail of silent bitterness...

Fallen Angel

Fallen I am now
To dust and soil
Thrown to earth
To work and to toil
And the world - fallen am I into it
This cold cruel world
It's too much to take
for a young innocent soul

No bitch will I be
For I shan’t sin
Let the others judge me
but their words - I won't let them in

Long ago, oh so long ago
Those very steps I had risen
Now, made me crash face down
To climb the steps again - I must!
Even when people frown

I shan't let fate decide my destiny
Fallen I am now
But fallen again - I shan't be!

**This was written when I felt that the world seem crashing down upon me, when life suddenly had no meaning, or rather, when I was on the verge of PMS**

Waves

Warlords that crash
Against white shores
In rage
Yet, as the battle seems won
Inch back in defeat

The sashay of a maiden's robe
Inviting temptation
Backing away one moment
Yet, returning to tease
In a play of seduction

As storms brew
Magnificent is the rage
Engulfing blue waters
The tall mighty giants
Terrorize the shores

But let the sun out
The waters are soothed
Like soft smooth silk
Embracing land
Peace awakens slumbering men