Post Love

Blown up in agony
held up in name of destiny
back in the head....it all stays
like a satin hidden in holy days

All good just washed away
all hunters wait for weaker prey
some dies ..... some stays inhuman
some hate .... some act like numen

Filling the gaps....hitting the spots
awake every day holding same knots
some talk .... some like silence
some kills .... some preaches violence

Same road goes whether its .... Hell or heaven
its same heart that beats...whether....obsession or aggression
Draining the unsung words down
saving the prints of shadows already drown

I just close the book and wish that it all vanishes
In the scenic beauty of moon and light it all manages
I just open my eyes to see the presence of that image all over again
In sunlight or nights that nurtures the pain

Copyight: shaz