⚘// To Rest in Peace
~ ensnared ~
within the bars of time
only to succumb to the walls of
ed,↑ ↓ the
Miles of skeletoned sin buried in this vastness.
To find a piece of rock and dig a six feet tall pit
itself is a trouvaille. And the specks of life/lifel
-ess reunite with the earthly dust. Only for the s
-till alives to stick a label on the ground in bolds.
|| REST IN PEACE ||
Do they really rest in peace ? Do the wind not ti
ckle tombs ? Then again the poet ponders over
the necessity of a roof for the disintegrated bon
-ehouses. Or else the dead meat would still beco
-me the prey of vultures. Even corpse-butterflies
feed on sinful blood and flesh without remorse.
Do they not deserve a fr
-ee glimpse of the sky fi
-nally ? Do t hey really ne
-ed to be hid -den again, i
-nspite of hi -ding behind
masks while being alive ?
Where is rest in the midst of eerie creepy howls
etching nightmares on feeble minds ? Where is p
-eace, amongst the wandering souls who lost ke
-ys to the promised heaven (or hell) only to be tr-
-apped in foggy realm of light veils n darkcloaks?
The poet never found peace in an ounce of pain alive, will death
bestow a bouquet of solace in the grave of lexicons ? Maybe the
the poet should purge the pain in the embers of burning dreams
To dissolve in the air of forlorn and embrace the skies of freedom