My tail wagging happiness.

I started walking towards him.

It was a dark night, after a long lonely walk, 

I saw the street lights flickering through the 

corner of my eye. I could hear a dog 

or two growl, few feet away from where I stood.

But all I could see is- Him. And the next minute

I realized, I was taking him home.

I know he's not allowed into my home. 

But I still took him into my arms, keeping 

in mind my extreme levels of cynophobia. 

But, surprisingly, I wanted him. Love at first 

sight maybe. I didn't want him to walk away. 

I couldn't stop staring into his eyes.

Those eyes spoke to me. Gleaming,

I smiled. I could feel he did too.

 

When he raised his ears, I could 

feel he wanted me to pet his chin. I didn't care 

about anything anymore. He felt like the most 

important thing to me. And it suddenly hit me. All 

the tears my pillow drank up. It was for someone like him. 

All that melancholy suddenly started to 

fade. I felt wanted, alive. I felt like screaming in 

pure joy. And when he let out a tiny bark,

it echoed, and my heart skipped a beat.

I laughed nervously. And he wagged his tiny 

little tail to my tune of contentedness. 

In my broken life, I've finally found a 

friend, who will know when I cry. He'll

dance around me and cheer me up.

And, soon, he will be my life. 

I'm an art, made of pain.

I was floating in the flames of torture.
It was burning my heart blue.
He pulled me closer to his bare chest
Run a whiplash over me, from my belly
To my toe, made me twitch in trepidation, His warmth was cooling my fears.

I can't wait to have his hands over me.
I missed his lips, the way they move on me.
I missed his violent kisses all over me.
Hold me tight, make me feel hard.
I wanna moan your name, aloud.
Ignite the passion, between our warm bodies.

Chase me down the streets.
Make love to me through the eyes.
Push me to the door, to the wall,
While eyes stare at me, I gasp.
Make me wanna long for you more.
Run your fingers through my hair,

Like I'm art, made of pain.
Melancholy hit her. The past haunted her.
She dipped her feelings in red ink.
And poured it out through the quill.
Each word danced to the tune of sadness.
Turning the white parchment blue.

It happened at such a pace, it was breaking me to pieces. I was panting. I was breathless.
The sheets, creased on the futon.
Just like her life, ruffled, a storm that
Left decades ago, but the agony still persists. Soreness of the heartbreak.

Touch me, I mean no harm.

Life is a ghost,
Standing amidst the smog
Of this urban land,
Now I understand.
The inner truth of them.

You can't see it,
You can't feel it.
For it has all the evil built inside of it
And the damage done is irreparable.
Neither can you heal it.

You scream, but no one hears you.
You cry, but no one cares.
You beg, but no one empathizes you.
Why is it so?
Am I invisible or am I an evil?

I am poor, so are you.
I'm ugly, so are you.
I'm famine struck, so are you.
For Your minds work in a way
where they want us away.

Why? I ask why?
What mistake is mine?
To feel and bear this harshness,
From each one of you,
For we are humans too, just like you.

Can't you see, its not fair?
Injustice and racism is growing
Inside of you. In your heart.
For we are people from a different land,
different color and culture.

I breathe the same air that you do.
I laugh out, just like you.
I love, just like you.
I feel, just like you.
Touch me, I mean no harm to you.