poem

Carpet 

Rub off all your dirt on me

Forcing your stampede all over

Hiding your sins under me

As I lay, with your lies, tied to the floor

By the end of your sharp shoe

Brush away your imperfections into me

Still hiding behind that mask

Playing asphyxiating guess games

Polluted, decaying and dead

You won’t stop till I rot and rot 

Till one day you walk over me

Before throwing me away. 

Illustration by Sitara VS
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poem

Flow

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You contain her within your limits

You exploit her to her very essence

You leave her to die

But come back when you need to survive

You build walls around her to conserve her

But who will protect her from you?

You restrict her very nature

You pollute her, and call her impure

Your chains make her

A dying disaster

She flows through you

You know her love, but not her wrath.

The storm – The flood – The hail

But she will not end alone

And you will not kill her, it is your need.

She will break free from life

And there will be no one to save you

Because she is no more

And neither will you be .