Vikrant Jog - Silent Suicide...

Love makes you feel like a butterfly in a paradise,
Sometimes it takes a tragic end,
How does someone goes rude with the latter,
Many of them need former more than the water,

I will tell you the story of beauty and the beast,
Beneath words could be exaggerated but you will get a gist,
Love, the bloodiest, the bitchest nullified the beast,
He went in on and on like a psychic shit,

He was a bullet for beauty, loaded and stained,
Beauty played wicked game, turning him a foe to his friends,
Beast believed her,

Relations lasted perfect till money jingled his pockets,
Money lost, leaving him to drown with no life jackets,
Dark days hindered his skills, persona and performance,
He sucked himself in psychotic cluster and went real arrogant,

He was unable to digest that he was ditched,
That bloody beauty, ruined me; I call her a bitch
A hand came though, and another beauty helped him,
This went the same and ended on the same note,

Now he was left with nothing to say really,
He has more money and time but never knows where to spend,
Swimming the dark ocean of despair again,
Now he knew what his closed ones had said,

Love is a trap, never get in any day...

Vikrant Jog

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