Silence is my way to talk

silence is my way to talk,
and i read whats not in ink,
but in eyes.
some thing yet remains to be clear,
some curse on my heart,
you need to hear
moments that you give,
that scent of innocence,
out of your immature dance,
it has said so much,
and left plenty.
this drink has a pinch of thirst,
more u take, more you want.
But it doesn’t actually matter,
as silence is my way to talk,
and i read whats not in ink,
but in eyes.

Victims of Dark….

you crashed like a shoot of bullet. . Pinned straight in my head. .
paralyzed like a stone. . A glimple of you. . I am Stunned. .
You were plunged in. . my respiratory system. .
Making it hard to breathe. .
It felt like a cancer. . Degree four. .
This pain is reliving. . I want it more. .
Its my love. . And its grey. .
And i am falling. .
You were a predator.. I am just a prey..
Your leather studded jacket. . Seem so vigor. .
Like a viper. . Fetching my inner strengths. .
Squeezing my skin. Freezing my blood. .
Make me fail to stand. .
I am lying in the middle of street. . Cops think, I am drunk. .
I snort you smell. . Its vibrant. .
I am breaking few laws. .
Trying to ram your windows. .
Because the curtains are like fading my senses. .
Bullying me. . Leaving me uncontrolled. .