Guns And Roses (poem)
He holds her in his arms
And she can't resist his charms.
She stains his cheek with her red lips,
His perfume lingers on her shirt.
He wears a leather jacket,
She smokes cigarette packets.
He makes up hundred excuses
And she conceals her bruises.
Silently, he plays with guns for fun
And she with knives for lives.
He adorns her with love
And she with trust.
To count the money bills.
Both are searching for heaven
In each other's infernal hell,
Making up fake stories to tell.
Their hands are covered in blood
With old caskets buried in mud.
They hold secrets in their hearts,
Pretending to be good.
Running away from their haunting memories of their disturbed childhood,
Trying to overcome sadness when they are searching for solace in each other's badness.
But in the end...Two negatives make a positive. Don't they?
After pondering a lot....I came to the conclusion that every criminal isn't a criminal by choice, but it's the circumstances that make them as such. They are so cold, so distant but love and a bit of guidance can change them.... After all they have a diamond heart too covered in black coal.
Gaurika Taneja (copyrighted)