Statement of his Crime

When at last he got caught, the understated poems are nothing for the department. He is nothing but a criminal. 

Part 1:

Would you call it a crime? But he said, "That’s my art."
It wasn't a surprise, he made her aware of his arrival, 

a familiarly sickening melody.

The tune predicting the approaching anxiety.

An angelic face with the devilish eyes.
With a calm and sincerely frustrating heart.

That's all what the brain last registered.
Pale face with a pale heart.
The work was done. He left.

Dissolved in the air at a distance. 

And the remains were just the cold metallic smell around her sublimity he created.

That was His Art!

Her screams echoed in the valley of the dolls. Where every doll slept like her.

He fathered the art by ornamenting it with, duct-tapes, a clown in snow and rose-petals on her blood.

Quill~

Part 2:

He repeated the same melody.
Similar actions. Like you're hitting the button, REPEAT!

"Does that make any sense? You kill people for fun? for Art?", Spat the detective.
In response, he smiled and said.

"Killing is an exceptional Art.
I kill to create, create an Art nobody could dare to think of.
The art nobody has thought about.
I kill, cause I need to be fed.
You see, I am hungry. This hunger has no end.
I could never stop eating.

I kill so that I could feel.
Feel their anxiety, fear and pain.
Feel their last breath over my face,
Before their shutter closes forever.
My face forever with them.
Do you know how delicious is the sweet smell of blood,
freshly carved out of their soft skin.

It is an Art, just like fishing.
You go near the clear water
Pond, wait for the perfect
Moment. You stab the dagger
Right into the flesh and Voila!"

Quill~

WHAT IS POETRY FOR YOU ?

"What is poetry ?" This is the question my mother asked me today when I said I prefer poems over novels. But after this question, I asked myself. What exactly is Poetry? Is it only the art of reading an unsaid emotion and framing it in the form of a poem? Or is it just the literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm (well this is what Google said). Or as Sydney said, poetry is the first light-giver to ignorance. As he considered poetry as the oldest of all branches of learning? Wow! just think just give a thought to Sydney. Or like Wordsworth said, "poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquillity."

Well if you ask me, I would say I'm not certain what exactly it is.. as it can be an emotional outbursts ones long-suppressed feelings; the tears of a mother flowing as the ink in her daughter's letter; the curve of someone's lips after receiving long-awaited news; the longing heart of a lover or the just the frustration after listening to a repetitive refrain. Seriously speaking, I don't know which is the one. You cannot be definitely sure about it. Can't pinpoint it, "this is what it is" no, you can't. Because this is not mathematics. Here, 2+2 can't always be 4. It always depends upon the person who is counting, in which situation he is counting, why he is counting and what is the result he is actually expecting. Here you have to think. So think and tell me. What is poetry for you?