Promises
Promises:
Made in abundant,
like the infinite universe.
Far from completion,
like the distance between galaxies.
Sucking on life,
like a black hole.
You made promises,
like graffiti in comics,
just remained in those pages,
and never to life.
like lipstick on my lips,
when rubbed it vanished,
as vapor on a hot pan.
Your words were,
like flavors on my tongue,
changing with every food.
like sand from the shore,
receding with every wash.
Like writings on a whiteboard,
one slap and Erased.
Your promises were,
Like glass bangles on my hand,
little stress and shatter into pieces.
Like the icicle on my coat’s fur,
one blow and scattered into oblivious.
Your promises were wrapped,
Like sweet dreams, dipped in molasses,
Beautifully portrayed, like Mona Lisa.
But inside,infested with crawling worms,
Draining me out of life,
making my intestine parched,
like an used rope,
Stinging me,
like a million cactus.
Having push of innumerable bulls,
To drown me deep,
Making my breath count,
And tuning my pulse to beat like a drum.
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