In Love With The Gangster!


Drinking frizzy drop of the sentimental smoke
Absorbing rhythmic murmur of the dancing peacock
Gradually and completely, I felt him in my beats
Following that voice among thousands of tweets
The shimmering, scarlet, feminine blood
Rapidly flowing over the marble floor
Opening the doors of surprised lips’ door
Crowded bar with the terrific screams’ flood
My sound suppressed among throats’ roar
Quiet! Alluring voice echoed from glass core
I envisioned the thick blood over his hands
I smelled the murder in air of misty islands
My vocal cords let out the low pitch scream
He captured my black in the glowing red beam
Rushed out, my footsteps, with all my strengths
With the contracting heart
Bearing the ruthless fear
Shattering the warm tear
Playing hopelessly my part
Wide lonely roads, with the infinite lengths
My eyes darting around in search of some “kind”
Like the darkness of night, I was bitterly blind
Collecting myself at the stony cold bench
All perspired and half breathed
Encountering him silently by my side
Realizing myself on the deaths’ ride
With the mystery in eyes
With the suspense in smile
Tiny fire of passion arise
Helpless, fearful and fragile
Roughly dressed but the handsome french
Sweetly my wrist felt the masculine clench
I tried to shriek, all in vain
I assumed him if being insane
My veil pulled off my face
Asian beauty altered the case

With full blue eyes, the gangster starred at me
In my blowing hair, the gangster lost himself
In my transparent eyes, the gangster found himself
With diamonds in eyes, the gangster stared at me
Wafted with the air, my painful cry
Let me go, I don‘t want to die
In the flow of one moment
I lived whole my life
With the lovely sentiment
At the edge of thirsty knife
I felt as if I was in love
As below it was as above
That icy chilled night
He considered me his right
Murdering me with his spirituality
Surrendering himself to my beauty
Uttering the words with sensuality
Forget for once the reality
My past with all its brutality
Trembling from bottom to tips
Sipping the red wet lips
The liquid from temple drips
One of my heart peak slips
In the momentum of time bits
Within the strong manual grips
I peep into those eyes
Feeling the depths of skies
Losing my breaths in the LOVE clock
Listening to the dove of the birds’ flock
Completely and gradually,I felt him in my beats
Following his footsteps in the endless streets

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I am pharmacy student ...recently studying in quaidiazam university...am from pakistan......i believe life as the transition between the soul and the body ...try to penetrate your soul and your life would be Spiritual all over!
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