Not a letter of Love

They took out their pens
And wrote on her body
Not a letter of love
But of lust
Her fragrance subdued
By flowing stinks of liquor
Her cries of pain muffled
By their lecherous jeers
Brains on their loins
They devastated a budding life
And when their inebriated selves
Left in search for their next conquest
Her shame her only companion
In a world where man will be man
And the powerful will rise
In righteous indignation to defend
Good names of the perpetrators
Victim she is not, asked for it
Others will say with a smirk
As if a rose bud
Resplendent in all of nature’s glory
Has the power to prevent one
From plucking her out of the tree
The letter of lust is for her to keep
In perpetual indignity

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Vainglorious Us

Words rebellious,
Imprisoned,
Pages never turned,
Lost forever in
Fleeting screens
Ever changing.

Vainglorious us,
Soliciting likes.
Dreams of
Changing the world
Captive.

Victims we all.
Some suffer
Incredible pains,
Sacrificed
On altars of power.
Others sulk, nursing
Injured pride.
Hearts pain
Licking cowardice.

Web

Web of lies that I spun
Entrapping people in its deadly grip
Berating my enemies to death

Web I spread far and wide
Ensnaring my victims
Bleeding then slowly till they die

Web world wide helped me spread
Empire that I could not have dreamt
By means ethical to grow full to the brim

Web so devious and bombastic
Empty with false promises trumpeted
Bewildered poor souls bamboozled

Web of mine is attracting new victims
Encircling like a vulture I survey
Bedazzled fools coming to play

Web so strong I weave
Enter at your own risk if you dare
Beware, once in, exit closed forever

Web of steel it is not
Entrapped in it one day I may
But till then time to enjoy and make hay


Write Anything Wednesday

Worry

Worry about what we can do and not about what’s not in our hands.

Worry bug
Burrowing a hole
In my heart
Worry about
Everything under the sun
No rhyme and reason
Whatever may be the season
Mind in worry prison
Holding a gun
To my head
I try my best
Be worry free
Walk away from
What worries me
The worry bug
Silently and relentlessly
Burrows deep inside
Rooting through every vein
Peace and tranquility
Victims in pain
Deep fried brain
Trying its best
To signal
Distressed heart
Think about
What you control
Let worry worry about
What’s not in
Your hand


 

Week 4 of my journey of a poem starting with letter “W”

Write Anything Wednesday Feb 24