Now that you are gone...
Who would sing these poems to me;
Who would be my alibi,
Who would ask me my pains no-more and to what things I suffer by;
Please... Come back;
I have not lived ever-since you left my dear,
For life was like sleep to me...
And you, ||my lullaby. ||
All of these, I only write to your name my dear,
And I know that you.. do knowet. (knoweth)
So a fragment of you, they (readers) all bestow it;
When together,|| a shrunken Lovat;||
The only bias I love you baby, is in this below sonet...
||A God to all, I was from birth my dear...||
||But to you of all,||
||A Drunken Poet. ||
But they all took you away from me;
They ||r a p -ed|| you daily and you were far from free,
I got the news as I sipped my tea...
(Documentary style news starts playing in the TV)
(E--L-- H--d--n has been found dead and is suspected of Suicide.)
That loss made me gain my insanity,
The pain too deep, I had to turn it into vanity.
I had avenged you my dear...
Two weeks ago I met them in an alley...
I gave them all the suffering they needed,
So that they they might've heeded,
Our disbands...
Our disband that they caused my love,
Their body hides, emptiness resides...
For heavens to weep, our love abides.
But I'm not lying to you anymore...
This blood is theirs on your given brands;
Regretting everything they did and didn't; lying to weep below the sands...
I would have not turned out this way meri jaan...
But khair, it was thanks to you...
For your absence made me Shah Jahan, my dear;
And your memories,
had me ||sever|| their hands.
Signing off-
The Delusional Poet



. Its actually good. Everyone talks about the “shah jahan” refer but I like the drunk poet one more. 9/10 poem
You tell such a tragic story in such a poetic way.


