SILENT SCREAMS

There you lurk with those gingerly steps, all for a sadist laugh.

Ensnared by the bait, yet another Leda is charmed by the mighty Swan.

As if it was not enough already, once again you instill the same pain.

Having spurned her unceremoniously, you yearn to witness her spirits wane.

Why would you bring her to same masochistic self? Why would you have her feeble?

Haven't you preyed on her flesh enough? Couldn't we spare her of your design evil?

Why feign feelings? Why cast another sinister hex?

Why shed her blood once more? It's not been long since you ruffled her nest.

Curiously, when you tear her with gnawing claws, we see you thriving in your guilt.

With a strange air of martyrdom, she embraces all hurt at her peril.

A grin spreads on your face when she chokes soft sobs.

Possessed by a feral passion, you draw her pulling her locks.

With the time, the terrors grew and you gave a content sigh.

I swear on God, the morbid struggle didn't pain her but your lie.

Aye, you loved her just as any predator is fixated on his prey.

Gracing her with silent screams and a perpetual pain,
your might holds sway.

AN ABANDONED HOME

Walking through the memory aisle, I just traced a home long lost.

Conjuring the past, getting the ghosts of our remembrances tossed.

Once ensconced on the couch, their sweet laughter would fill the air.

My knees weaken with heartwarming somersaults as through the window I stare.

It is the same seaside we often fancied for our desultory promenade.

Here arrests my attention a solemn witness of their love, a warm furnace.

Another glimpse of our very own study where he reads some beautiful classics to her.

Luxuriating in those dreams and admiration, his beloved would purr.

As the door swung open, it exposes a graffiti heart cropped against the wall.

Her heart is now a whirlwind of emotions hearing his promises tall.

A small squeal escape my lips as I see him now setting our home ablaze.

Fear creeps into my bones to find his affection faze.

His general summation of this predicament is a play of fate.

I curl my lips into a wry smile hearing this blame game.

Kismet never occasioned those feelings and assurances in me.

Why malign the mighty God when it was your own decree?

Faithless as I am, perhaps basking in my own humiliation.

Loss of my haven and your beguiling words worsen my angst and dejection.

The irony is that neither I can blame the heavens nor call for a nemesis.

One of the two is immoral and another eviscerates my once beloved bliss.

All I'm left with is this forlorn abandoned home,

Vestiges of forgotten vows and shards of memories of my own.