Amateur scribbles

From inside the wooden shelf, she took out her diary old. with a sharp stainless blade, she slit her wrist and veins. Onto the pages of her diary, blood dropped and soaked. From a tiny bottle afront her, she took a sup of drink. Deep inside her betrayed veins, The fall cyanide dropped. Pic.courtesy.Google 

I saw a leper, groping alongside the road and begging. His face was distorted and his hands decomposed. People declined to go near him, because his body smelt foul. Children's teased and poke stick on him while some stoned. He became a toy for the kids and a dumped garbage to the people. Tears turned into bloods, words into plea,  but gone heedless. I could not stand the sight of his endless suffering anymore. I reached my wallet to grab some bucks. The wallet came smooth. I saw him staring at me with all hearts and eyes filled with tragedy. I understand his body was diminishing gradually but his heart wasn't. Meantime, I felt the emptiness in between the partition of my wallet. It has been long ,I ran broke altogether. To utter dismay, I checked once again. A single rupee note crumpled in between the ATM cards was discovered.

The sandpaper like hatred ,started eroding the traces of love in my heart.

Neither the moon nor its shimmer in the pond belongs to you. The curtain of smiles curtained the window of secrets. Tears in her eyes soaked the heart of mine. The flame never knows that she is the murderer of thousand moths. You cannot bask in the shade. Just as an ugly butterfly thought world was over, a hungry sparrow cam pecked her up.