Sitaaron Ke Aavaaz || poetry

c e l l i s t

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i watch you fiddle with the strings
of a cherry wood cello
i watch them snap under pressure
slitting your fingertips

your blood doesn't stain a deep red
it's obsidian like your soul
it has a metallic cruelty in its scent
it starts to seep into my shoes

white roses decay
because of things left unsaid
but in my opinion
roses look prettier when they're dead

you don't flinch
or even make a single sound
as your blood carpets the stage
and colours the crowd

your eyes never leave mine
you know i can't stand your sight
but you'd never let me leave
without putting up a fight

the walls i built up
brick by boring brick
were blown down by your filthy lungs
the little piggies lied
bricks aren't as sturdy as we think

my fingers dance on black and white keys
my sleeves wrinkle with every touch
but my lungs collapse
and my heart gives up
yet my sanity remains in your clutch

you steal the spotlight
you're the star of the show
your stubbornness is too much
but your ego would never let it go

our music floods my ears
we play somewhat beautifully
you never miss a single note
but you always play in the wrong key

i know i completely abandoned my posting schedule but im working on another poetry book right now which will either be out really soon or once i finish sitaaron ke aavaaz (still figuring out what i want to do with that) but i hope you enjoy this very very rushed poem