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Trickling along,
Crimson beads shining,
Flowing along the length,
Warmth flooding,
Pain pooling.

The cool breeze,
It blew on, a puff,
And the little droplets froze,
Along the strands of time,
The pain, stoic, now.

The soul's wound still raw,
The physical gash running red,
As droplets of blood fell, tinkles heard,
And the tears that befell,
Echo on, unheard, still.

Pin Drop Silence...

The bustling market streets,
Where merchants yell,
Vendors sing out loud,
Calling on, loud and clear.
Prices rain, some high,
Some low, yet ever moving.

The many buyers, waiting on,
Sweating profuse, beads dropping,
Not from the scorching heat,
But the price they have to pay.
The bargains many, anticipations,
On deals pushed forth, accurate aims.

Amidst all the hustles,
I saw a figure, walk on,
Aimless stroll, wandering alone,
Bleeding sole, rugged hands,
Drugged, by the blistering heat,
Shooed away by all, he walked on.

His eyes seemed searching,
As if on a hunt, a quest, unknown,
He moved forth, beady eyes spying.
As the market spiced up, peak hours,
I saw him wait, endlessly,
And then, the night did set in, calm.

As the shutters dropped, the shops closed,
As silence hit the streets, he waited on,
And then, he screamed aloud, as if to the world,
In rags of despair, he strolled on, shrieking,
Rummaging waste bins, for traces of food,
And drinking in, the cruelty of the world, yet again.

And the world slept on, in the calm of the night,
Where beggars lose sanity, and the world loses humanity-

And a vacuous pin drop silence echoes on, and on...

Trespassers into my soul...

Uncalled upon, they barge in,
Gorgeous smiles,
Warmest of words,
Easy companionship,
Ever charming demeanor.

And I feel, lucky I sure am,
To be blessed,
Ever so, forever so.

Then the waters turn turbulent,
Murky and shallow.

Smiles give way to frowns,
Words turn into constant demands,
Expectations beyond comprehension,
Leaving me battered, pulled apart,
And I sit back, heaving a sigh.

As I try hard to shrug it off,
You amuse me, with complaints of mine,
Being distant, everything seems vague.

Maybe, I need to look into myself,
A quick peek, do I reciprocate the same?

On a sabbatical, I long to be,
And as I manage to decipher a way,
To let you know, I need to be away,
You look at me, panic stricken,
Shrieking, incoherent ramblings.

I feel betrayed, by the very faces,
When all they do, is receive and demand,
leaving me used, utilized.

I wish I could say it loud and clear,
Trespassers into my soul, please do stay away.