Thursday, September 18, 2008

serial killer...?

i am a serial killer

i murder myself everyday

words, innocent words

are like daggers to me

I hold them with bloodstained hands

and plunge somewhere inside

ah! Better

let those tears pour

call me a cry-baby, now…

i dare you!

i’m stronger than you all..

yet unable to fight my own self.

i sink to the floor

cold, barren

but I like it

it’s as welcome as death right now

words never said to me

words never meant for me

and words which were only for me

they assault

they aim, and hit again and again


fine. so be it.

i am alone now.

lonely, perhaps?

yes, maybe..

for friends are my foes

or is it the other way round?

but it doesn’t matter.

not any more…


Ricky said...

This was a very visual poetry for me, conjuring up all the different images with each line...

•♥•♥Vicky♥•♥• said...

a terrific one :D
your poems keep on kicking butt of mine ones.

Prakhar said...

I wish i had written this one..its perfect!

rain girl said...

@ricky... :) if i say thank sounds so formal na.. but umm.. if u cud see everything..

go see a doctor :P

rain girl said...

@vikram..aise nahi bolte.. u write beautiful stuff...
and bhai, never ever compare.. :)

rain girl said...

@prakhar... nothing's perfect... but still.. thank you..:)

AakASH!!! said...

I am a serial killer, I
murder myself everyday.
Words, innocent words
are like daggers to me.
I hold them in my bloodstained hands
and plunge within, somewhere
inside of me. Ah! Better
let those tears pour.
Call me a cry-baby now.
I dare you!

I am strong.
Stronger than you all.
Yet unable to fight
my very own self.

I sink to the floor
ashen and cold.
Stoned in the welcome
of death.

Words, never said to me
Words, never meant for me
Words, which were only for me
they assault they aim
and hit again and again

So. Be. It.

am alone now.

Lonely perhaps? Yes, maybe...
for friends are my foes
or is it the other way round
the vice-versa?

It doesnt matter now,
not any more.

PS: My depressed take on this. Its supposed to be read as a suicide note. Sorry for taking this liberty.

I just couldnt leave it there.

rain girl said...

loved it... :D and tell you have edited it beautifully.. this is the difference, see. God lies in the details...

thank you :)

Beauty and the BEast said...

the sunshine in my smile
the darkness of my soul
the balm on the wounds of time
the murderer of hope

some which I call mine
some hurled at me alone
some make me feel divine
some burn a hole

make strangers into friends
make friends into foes
make promises which end
make other words seem shallow

dont ask me which bit of your poem inspired THAT... but some bit did...

and well.. I took the liberty to put it here :(

•♥•♥Vicky♥•♥• said...

wow..another poet here.. :)

sometimes are not enough..!

Mystique Wanderer said...

aaah...i had decided long back to not write dark poems any gets others also down

but as dark poems go...yours was nice :)

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

That was lovely!Rain boy indeed has tough competition :P

Scribblers Inc said...

its good...the poetry skills are goin good but could surely be bettered...The thought process is simply brilliant...the first words knocked me out! :D

Scribblers Inc.

rain girl said...

@cha.. u shud note it down somehwere .. this poem is so gorgeous! *sigh* you guys all are so good :P

rain girl said...

@mystique wanderer.. thank you, sir :)

rain girl said...

@sameera.. thank you.. :)but no, you are wrong... there's no 'competition' between me and my bhai. we both write dark stuff but on different levels.

rain girl said...

@Scribblers Inc.. Thank you...
am humbled ;)

Ricky said...

I prefer nurse :P