downpour

for the weekend wordsmith , with the prompt torrential rain.

the flame succumbing
helplessly
tried fighting
tried living…

washes away every part..
every ash..
every mark…
no more trace…
not even smell…
what’s the point of
going back from hell?

sun’s nowhere to be found,
rain’s here to stay,
quenching the needs
of this lonely ground.
taking away every picture,
every talk,
every whisper,
everything that’s painfully
reminding me of you.

should i be in heaven?

how to get there,
i will never know,
since the only path
I’ve taken…
was when you’re holding
me close.

cleansing me,
as i walk out and bathe,
releasing the ache
of hiding in the shed.
blessing me with
pleasure…
for not feeling the pain.

not anymore…

prompt from weekend wordsmith , carrying a grudge

you wish for my blessings
when you can’t even look into my eyes.
you hope for happiness
but everything’s barren, all are dry.
asking me to give you something…
something from my own will
how can you do that when
all our memories are nothing but ill.

this pain inside
is driving me wild,
how can you come back
and hope for something that last?

i wont make that genital embrace
i wont shed something
then leave you amused and amazed.
don’t talk..you need not to
just leave me alone, will you?