Sipping memories

She stirs up his memories

Gulps them down in shots

‘What is it like to drink poison

And never die? ‘

‘It tastes sweet at first!’

- she says,

reminiscing the good old days!

But slowly the drink starts its work

She feels drained

Runs out of breath,

Walks up and down

Moves her toes in circles

Rolls her eyes and bites her lips

It is not sweet anymore

It’s chokingly bitter instead

Yet she drinks

Again, and again

“But why?” – I ask.

Wiping her lips, she speaks:

“Just to taste the sweetness that

fails to retain”.

A GUY NEXT DOOR

Insecurities!

these days

he smokes insecurities

like an addiction.

The smoke drifting around him

forms a blurry hue

forbidding him to see

a clear picture.

Pity!

it’s nothing but pity

that’s what his heart utters

for himself

every time he engulfs into the last smolder.

Noise!

he listens to every last part of

the sound inside his head

turn into noise;

a constant and ugly reminder 

of his failure 

screaming its lungs out.

“Is it that tough?

to be your own hero?

to dust all the insecurities off

your shoulder?

to replace self-pity

with love for self?

to listen to the noise

as a music

tranquil enough to

play it in a repeat mode "

- he wonders. 

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