Unsung verses

There is nothing I can sayI talk to my pillow,About lost days where The grass was greener And the sun looked cooler. I have this meagre words,Clenched tightly in my hands,I speak rusted speech Unvarnished with amalgam(y). Lies kill me everyday, But I breathe— disappearing. There is this girl too waiting, I see her apparition

Farrago

I have seen buring pyre And embers glazing I have seen the bone becoming the spike And piercing the heart. I have seen the asphyxiation And turning of blue under the darkness That strikes until you burst out. Life is a sagacious dilemma Where you at times get scars All over your skin, And flowers