Hedious Human

The girl cried,’Let go of me’

The monster kept hurting her

and to the extreme.

Her unstoppable tears and excruciating pain.

The hedious human didn’t even saw

as the act let him to cut her vein.

The surroundings were turning black with every breath passing by.

Left without an aide from any passer by.

This is humanity and its vicious reality.

Drowned and depressed in its own cruelty.

A female bears the monster and nurtures him for this monstrosity?

Hurting another, is it sanity?

Thank you for reading. I don’t know if its complete or not. But I was out of words. It is my first time writing about this pain. Please do comment and let me know how should I amend it.

Not A Slave

Leaving the bed thinking did I meant it last night.
This combination of heart and mind. Huh.
Why are we fucked up when it comes to heart?
Acting as slaves. Thinking I might be wrong.
Knowing ‘might’ is not the right word.
Either a Yes or a No.

It was my ‘Call’, my decision.
I am not a Slave.
No courage required but the touch of some buttons.
I knew the reply. I very much was aware.
I had to cease it.
My priorities were suffering.

I convinced and let go.
Disrespect and disloyalty are not my words.
Honesty is imbibed in my soul.
Forget and forgive, I have done till age.
Will get what is mine.
Now or future, no specific time.

©Kritika

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Love is My Thing

The more heart breaks the more I feel near to me.
Stronger. Sharper. Focused.

I know what I want. I get to know what I want more.
With every heart break, I learn me.

At times I feel Love is not my thing.
I am better off it.

But the other times I am reminded by my own self, I Love Me.
My thing, it is, very much.

Self love is more important to achieve.
The rest will follow.

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