The Cacti of Your Memories

I walk amid paths
strewn with cacti of your memories.
Which stay still, strong, silent.
But there. In my path.

So that if i want to go forward,
I have to go through them.
But when I try do that,
I get pierced by their sharp pointy thorns.

It is as if they do not want me to go forward.
And I remain stuck there, tangled in them.
With their thorns embedded in my body.

Where, once again,
I feel the poisonous essence of you
Seep into my bloodstream
And make its way to my heart.

Where upon reaching,
it hollers a shout of triumph
At the fact that the original owner
Of this bruised and broken heart
Has  finally returned home.

And this time,
I might not get so lucky
In banishing  it to the land
Of the forgotten and the lost.

Where betrayals walk in daylight.
And where lies hold their court at midnight.
Where truths are punished at dawn.
And where, naive hearts get trampled on
and served, to the bloodthirsty, at dusk.

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F.K. Jadoon

F.K. Jadoon is a girl who likes to dream and her dream is to become a recognised writer someday. She has recently done her Honours in English Literature. She's an avid reader of literature and is most likely to be found with her nose in one book or another or just writing away in her little diary which is always kept close to her heart. In a society where creative writing is mostly not considered a serious enough field, she has battled her way through a fair amount of grumbling, disappointment and being taken lightly. And yet, she has never let her inner fire die as she keeps on pouring the gasoline of passion and determination on the dying embers of her inner voice. She has succeeded so far and hopes to do so in future.

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