Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Entrapped within a worldly affair,
Time to surrender a deep breath
And a hope or two along with it
Some thousand unheard prayers.

Under the debris, I hear the thunder
Of the destructed chimneys of solitude,
That once let the grudges, vapour away.
The shields now broken, the dust has settled
Why to whimper now,
You are dead, already.

I watch you, see it all,
Like a moving reel of tainted pictures,
From above, the heavenly hollows,
And as you await another life,
I await another death.