Incremental loss.

Layer after layer

Peeled off her muted face

Skin of love went first

Tailgated by that of lust

Then went understanding 

Took away companionship

Friendship followed soon towards.

Extended hands come back

Rest on the face

What remains now is a plain surface

You cannot scrape anything from 

Anymore from.

No goosebumps, no butterflies 

Only disappointed droopy eyes

Looking out for no one.

Don't ask her why she won't move

She is a victim of optimism.

Tramp

I've walked a lot of roads,

They've led me to dingy shacks,

With loose bulbs and chipped ceilings;

Where love only resides under the sheets

It's unknown faces, when out of them.

I've walked a lot of roads,

They've led me to shady bars.

I've bled on broken bottles

And have led my wounds be fed on by thirsty hungry mosquitoes, from here and about.

I've loved with all my might,

I've kissed without it and I won't deny.

I've been a bitch you've been warned about,

I've been the angel you've dreamt.

I will wreck every castle you build,

I am a ship without a compass, with a baggage of guilt.

There's no place I can stay for too long,

I have no money to pay the rent,

I am a rover who doesn't have a place to call home,

A tramp with no heart to lend.

Nightmare

I never claimed to be a dream,
But was oblivious until you said,
I was a nightmare you detest.
I had laid out all I owned,
The madness, the chaos, the noise
Of my head, the mess of my presence.
You held it, pretended to nurture,
Drove uphill only to push it down
That edge.
With an inability to collect the damaged remains,
I make do with the scattered self.
Dragging on the drudgery of life,
Sipping on the tears of blood,
Licking my wounded self.

Zilch.

With every lover who marked
A territory of his conquest,
She lost a part of herself.

They claimed her heart and soul,
She kept giving all she had.
Towards and away,
Back and forth.

The fashion had its unfolding,
She kept losing, they kept taking.

Oblivious of what was left,
She lost another conquest.

Now she's walking back and forth,
With nothing to give away,
For nothing she does possess.

The very remains of her belongings
Are buried somewhere in a place,
Where she last removed her dress.

Let's Rot.

Settling in all the humdrum of life
And dragging all the broken pieces
Giving in to the chaos in head
I will choose a corner
From where you can't smell
The pungency of my being
And my failed self
Rotting in a shady hut.

Of guarded memories.

Turning pages of an old diary,
that smelled of a wilted rose;
She read those guarded memories,
logged in the ink of love and woes.

Those eyes and lips together,
sang in chorus, of her fate;
When a silent tear and a longing smile,
surfaced her sombre face.

To a 'Happily Forever' end.

Dreadful of an eventual aggregate,
She apprehends putting it together;
Pieces of all the things,
That fell apart.

From the inability to conform to the contents,
Of the inevitable,
She runs from the light,
Into the dark.

Since each ray of light,
Reveals terrifying vistas of reality,
She tucks herself under the blanket of the dark night,
Cornering herself from all the turbulence,
In a fear of waking from the dream,
That puts together all her hopes,
That assuredly has a
'Happily Forever' end.