The songs of herald before signs of long nights,

inks splatter with clashes, and I'm rubbing my pencil

over the rotten pages,

              scratch, scratch, scattered —

Now only the dark spots of sharpened blades stayed.

*

If past were easy to erase, maybe I wouldn't

have tried to rubbed off, again in the same spot

but, this isn't an universal eraser to remove your past

distinguishes, a black shadow appears

                   Veni, vidi, vici!

His green eyes bore into me, suddenly

glory of seraph tower, he ran into the lane

of a never-ending universe.

He got nine lives, I got one —grey and black orbs

start to absorb the darkest prices.

. . .

Veni, vidi, vici — I came, I saw, I conquered.

Based on a real incident! Yes, Ajay-Kumar  this is the cat incident I was talking before.

— 19th May, 2023