Feels like God!

Don't scream into my head like that.
Don't...
It is a barbed wire. Makes me feel like Jesus but like a God
that wants to destroy everything.
That hates to forgive because you still know not what you do.
Because lessons you don't learn.
Because illiterate you are.
Because you hate. I hate.
I could be strong but I want the slipknot stronger;
so that it could hold my fat heart and not let it breathe.
I am Jesus. See? I wish to die to wash your sins.
I wish to die to show off a martyr.
I wish to die.
I am Jesus. See? I am corrupt.
I do not like you.
Or anything else.



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All things mighty and Biprorshee

They don't make 'em like me anymore...Thank God!

For every lull, there is a storm;
every silver lining, a cloud.
Maybe it is cool to turn a proverb upside down.
Or maybe it is just to accept the other face in the mirror.
I could sit back and scrutinise this gash
Or I could lie down and look inside it.
Is it just a scratch with a few drops of crimson that makes me cringe?
Or is it how I could show you ripping the wound,
a whole pound of flesh, boiling inside?
What makes the lining fall off everytime?
What makes the serene seem so pathetically chaotic?
And chaos has no different meaning here. It is what it is. And it is not welcome.
It is a hundred faces screaming together. It is a hundred nails scratching the blackboard.
It is pain!
Life, that was me smiling at you a day back. And this is me mocking my own self a day later.
And you are calling me names too...
like that ugly kid in the park who hated my toys when I was a child.
Life, this is not called getting even.
Life, you are a vindictive monster.
Life, you should not be me!

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Nothing bright nothing Biprorshee.