VAMPIRES OF REAL LIFE
Memories I used to cherish,
now I want them to get vanish.
They're proved to be the culprits of my scattered life,
it's all because of them I was about to die.
I don't want these to reckon again,
as they have only gifted me loss, no gain.
Whenever I wished to restart from the beginning,
they created a bush of thorns in between.
Hatred for memories is the only weapon to get rid off them,
nothing will be left if being carried in future ,as gem.
There's no way out to recollect the broken pieces of life,
rather to sell the memories to the brokers of time.
They chase me till the moment my eyes are closed,
following me since the sun rise gets completed.
Today they make me cry striking my ears as harsh comments,
memories, as I know, are meant for smiles, not for regrets.
I now feel tired of the vampirism of the deadly memories,
as I have no answer to their strange questions.
These abstract monsters gradually've vanquished me thoroughly,
I have now left with no air to breathe properly.