A Spoon of back stabbing is enough to burn a loving heart
the neatness, the purity, immensely carved proximity
this heart agreed for keeping the Pain inside
and still it is surviving under the cruelty of your already burnt mind
we are the slaves of our heart
it’s the polish, that shines
and “we agree to disagree” for some time
because, it gives mind to our mind!
Insane are these feelings
that our heart keeps like forever
burning the edges, without heeling the scar
and how would that be,
because it’s still keeping the ashes
tagged inside a jar!
It’s remarkable " I must say
the nostalgia, the mark!
It cries, bleeds and cries then bleeds
now, it’s just helpful
in penning down my past!