A Cry….

 

In the middle of the road she sat,

hands pressed hard against her chest.

Her eyes were filled with fear;

Her lips pressed against each other.

She couldn't move, any effort was moot.

A cry for help she conjured!

A cry it was,  though not of help but of fear and sadness.

She could feel those prying eyes,

Trying to snatch and tear her flesh.

Ten thousand thoughts crossed her mind, ten thousand escapes.

All that and more she tried and failed.

All that was left was her blouse in pieces.



The animals left; nothing was left of her.

Not just her flesh, her soul they scratched and snatched!

She was never weak, never ever was she fragile.

The water broke and the real world appeared.



The irony of the incident was her dichotomy.

She could remember feeding the animals,

That was lunch-time, she was in her primary!!.......

©ManashJBorah

A Story from a Song

 

Blow a kiss, fire a gun,

Cause we all need someone to lean on!

All the dirty secrets that she keeps,

It’s her deeds, not anymore my needs,

Now all I know are sad songs.

 

And just like fire, burning all the way,

Something about you that makes me does things, it makes me stay.

Felling used but I still miss you.

I hate you, I love, I hate that I want you,

I miss you when I sleep and all I know are sad songs.

Take away your things and go, but you can’t take away what you said, as mark it will stay.

I am so sick of that same old love, that kind that breaks your heart.

In the blink of an eye, you could lose everything, because there’s no promise in tomorrow,

Remember I am only one call away.

Common let it go, it’s all they say,

You be you and well I’ll be the usual me,

I used to believe we were running on the edge of something beautiful,

You were an angel, said you would never leave me, you left, and maybe I wasn’t plentiful.

You are my ecstasy; I am high on loving you.

But we don’t talk anymore like we used to.

I want you all to myself, Look what you done,

All I know are sad songs.

 

I’m only human can’t you see, I only made a mistake!

If all I get your hand in my hand, baby I could die a happy man.

I am just a sucker for pain,

Your words cut deeper than a knife, now I need someone to bring me back to life.

Got a felling than I am going down, I will be needing stitches, I will need you pulling me from ditches

I remember, you used to call me on my cellphone.

I know I can treat you better.

But all I am left with are sad songs.

 

©ManashJBorah