Heart

Life is death, without
With, life is alive.
To awaken, to sleep, to breath,
I need (he said).
Wrapped in blue velvet blanket
Stored pristine.
No scar, no hurt, no rupture
Would cause (he said)
But games of life are scary
Eyes cry, feelings wry.
Survival, against his wrath
Makes my soul bleed.

Now a mere object, my heart
Is this massacre the love I need?

-priyanka raj