Arteries channel blood to
My heart, that rejects it
With every pulse, I remember
You, who said it is only that
Rejection is a key to survival
Of the fittest, I am not
Fit for that standard because
For me, breathing is harder than
Living upto the expections with which
You punctured, stabbed me
In a crime of passion,
It bleeds through my veins
Seeking a way out, turning
As blue in despair as I am.
You said working hard is
A fool proof way for a loser
To succeed, disguised
As a footnote meant to be
Discovered, as something
Meaningful. I read you too
Loser, you left me in defeat
Amidst a thorny battle ground
Surrounded by fools mocking
My fall from my glorious head space
To your now empty footnote.
Dreams are sketches of
Subconscious, in which you
Visit me each night after
I have given up the consciousness
Of missing you so when you
Come and tell me, I am loved
I can't love you like
Back, in the days when
You meant something to my
Heart that knew to accept
Your beat in chorus to mine
Which now has become a discord
Of melody left to make me recall
The exact instance of our break
Off.
