Walking Corpse

Consumed, not completely,

by anger and rage,

he felt like ditching her

with utter disdain.

Of all the things,

she could do to him,

turning him into an empty shell;

her best achievement.

The more he gave,

the more she took;

blind, to his painful visage

and deaf, to the muffled screams.

He waited and waited for her,

to notice his struggle;

painting a sign with blood,

pointing towards his soul.

Never put in any effort by her,

she just ignored his needs;

though she would question him,

for every texts neglected.

Her attitude kept shattering his soul,

into tiny unrecognizable fragments;

amongst which, the tiniest of all,

kept hanging onto hope.

He wouldn’t allow the pain and frustration,

to pillage his soul of love and happiness;

never let his heart detest her,

no matter how much the test of patience. 

All he ever did, was love her

and all he will ever do, is just that;

hoping, for her to fill

his walking corpse with life again.


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8 Comments Add yours

  1. You have raised a turmoil in my mind!

    1. Varun says:

      Really!? haha…and is that good one or a bad one?

      1. You may take it as a compliment!

        1. Varun says:

          yaaayyyy.. haha.. thank you so much. Well then, I hope next time I can raise much more than a turmoil. 😀

          1. Yes I think,you have the power to do so but better not try!:)

            1. Varun says:

              Well, now I have to try, lol..but I’m still a novice to cause more than a turmoil.

  2. Sanket Roy says:

    So lovely. You have a way with words! 🙂

    1. Varun says:

      Thank you so much …hehe … 😀

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