Blades of Aids
Chop off
The unchoppable soul
Remembering the pest past
Harish unwraps the blade.
The sweaty smile
Sprinkled over
His daughter’s face
The sweaty scare
Scattered beneath
The devil’s face
Behind the half moon glasses
The stigma of syndrome
Threw Harish’s child
In mosquito’s Macbeth
In the dreadful
Dusk of death.
Her cold corpse
Casted on
The devil’s callous eyes.
His ignorance
Her innocence
Enrolled in shrouds
Months later
Through the zig zag
Blade void
He saw the doctor
Ready for a shave
Gray twigs
Glittering on his face
Harish’s eyes fueled up.
The blade in his fingers
Swimmed across the crimson lanes
Tearing open arteries and veins
The dripping drops
Tarnished the tiles
Tarnished the thread
Of his dreary smiles
The loaded razor
Trolled the silvery shreds
Scraping between some
Skinny spreads
As the blood emptied
He fainted
Tumbled down
With the blood splash
Attaining death
And leaving the journey
To the left.
are you talking about two stories here.
1) harish’s daughter dies of aids.
2) he dies of aids coz of that infected blade?
i think i m getting it all wrong?! :/
By: Miss M on 19 February, 2010
at 8:28 PM
I have read the story………….is i am right than harish daughter dies of aids and he too coz of same..
By: Vijay on 20 February, 2010
at 9:34 AM
i’m “lost in translation” for one…
why do i get a feeling d doctor killed your harish..?
*confused*
By: 7-ate-9 on 21 February, 2010
at 2:27 PM
its good but too abstract and scarry..put some love in ur work..
By: Aditya on 23 February, 2010
at 2:11 AM
…… Are you talking abt HArish getting infected and then seees his daughter getting infected tooo and then dieing???
By: Jazz on 23 February, 2010
at 4:15 PM