In my muse
With all the luggage i entered in hotel Murich,
I took the keys of my booked room, Saw six missed calls from mum. Very fine i called her and told her `yeah mum i know its Tuesday and i am wearing peach!
I hung the phone saying i called you very soon i reached.
Moms and their supernatural belives!
well, i was sick and tired so took an hot bath for relief.
My room didn’t comfort me, i called the counter soon.
knock on my door! I opened but it was the stranger from the next room.
Awkward! He asked me for having dine`coz he was alone.
His confidence convinced me. I noticed he had a stare on my neck-bone.
We got separated after dine; saying it was nice and fine!
After that! When did i closed my eyes i didn’t even know.
I saw that stranger leaving the hotel with his big suitcase next morrow.
Well! A rough dank voice ping me when i was walking through corridor,
A new hotter neighbor was talking with laundry boy! It was wine he was asking for.
I was getting bored so i knocked the door this time.
I asked him to share my room having cozy time and wine. After dine!
Quite confident!
Beginning of accident!
He argued with me saying can’t i go to his place.
It was fun re-arguing it would be quick if we choose mine in case.
Then i moved turning my face.
A soothing midnight, Knock on my door!
I laughed loud saying wait NO MORE!
As soon he entered in room, he pulled me close.
My silk gown sleeve slips from my shoulder and i felt froze!
We started kissing each other and i couldn’t wait for further. I gently moved my finger touching his spine.
I whispered in his ear “so laundry boy doesn’t told you, Do not knock Room number Zero Nine!”
I sucked his soul from his body, his eyes left wide open when he saw my real face.
I told him my murder story that how that stranger cut my body picked my pieces and packed me in his big suitcase.
He robbed me raped me and killed me after that dine.
Since a year i am haunting hotel murich’s Room Number Zero Nine.
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Death tells its easier to breathe underwater, Then it tells our body to float…
Float like a helium balloon floats up and up in the sky!
Asking all the people ten thousand whys.
Death tells its easier to breathe under a pressured soft pillow against your face…
And scars heals faster only if we trace them. Peeling the upermost layer of skin!
Just because it has become dirty by many sins.
Death tells its easier to breathe when you are burried under the soil…
Then it tells that our body will only get nourished!
Insects and bugs will rot us slowly, And only for sometime we will feel creepy crawly.
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Never will i leave you, Never will i forsake you. Never heard those sayings; all of them resides within me. And that what she choose to be! One who will never land her fate on someones hand, Though she will never grip it tight, Because if she do! It will slip off like sand. When he will ask me in the court about my sins, I want to see the grace in his eyes that tells, Yes! my child, you win! He will always turn the sky in any of his preferable color, Red or blue! And his glance will justify, Never will i leave you, Never will i forsake you. -palk
A supernatural thing came across my way,
wanting me to rise and slay.
Positivity never felt this high,
ritual ceremony was never a lie.
Some places itself was telling a story,
familiar voice consoled me not to worry.
You have been here before! inner voice screamed.
Don’t fear; light ray beamed.
seem possessed when i saw myself in a reflection!
Even exorcism does not work on holy affection.
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