Heartstrings strung come undone!

She played him like a piano

pulling his strings;volcano

of love stirred in him

And yet she cared for whims

her wants:Used him

like an automaton

winning a marathon

putting a facade

collecting accolade

her affection she treated

as conquests

As manifests

of her power on his soul

She lusted:to toy be foul

with his heart untouched

until he at it clutched

as if pain no more could be borne

As if in a million his spirit was torn

For all she cared…

His trust shattered none mattered

His shell shook collapsed

How!how his judgement laspsed?

Ceasing to talk with the tongue

tongue which vows of love wrung

How could he laugh move on

Having been bent broken

Having his love mutiny

Having his own self be a rat

How he wondered had done that?

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Tyranny abound resides within..

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The world seems lost in rejoicing

when there is so much to mourn.

Brothers everywhere being torn

over baseless accusations

over faith’s manifestations

over minor aberrations

over unwilled colourations

over vile correlations

over destiny and damnation

over blamed derogation

over acclaimed expurgation

over dark motive’s acquisition

O men this tyranny abound

Monstrosity of demons within

we ought somberly shroud.

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PS: I am not by any means suggesting via this post that we ought not celebrate but rather my message is to not be insensitive to those gloomy and grieving around us and as humans,do nothing to aggravate the geo-political,social,ethnic,racial or any other basis for discrimination and violence against any group on the basis of prejudices.We as humans must rise above or else we may deteriorate below animals.