Suicide

Mercy
Showeth on thee
Blessed
You seemed to be
Suffocated
It’s the way you’ve come to be

Altruism
Your only sin
Deadly
One word for your wrong
Aloof
Thy worldly garb

Content
That’s what you were
Alone
The punishment you bemoan
Cold
Thy heart made of gold

Catch
Your last drawn breath
Escape
The intermediate fall
Sigh
End of your everlasting cry.

Day by day

from dusk till dawn

in dew sunshine or storm

this feeling grows in me

and keeps me warm

It should have been that of loss

made me forlorn

but this feeling in me

it keeps me warm

I might be reaching insanity

for what i seek

might not be true

but my heart doesn't believe that

even for seconds few

Such is this feeling in me

warmth it shall always be

Of what it is

i shall never know

a test

a phase

a path unknown

What was

is what is known

With this feeling of past known

future unknown

i listen to voices inside of me

This feeling in me says

it will bring us to we.

A Prayer

In my ecstasy

let me live

upon my hard wood mattress

may my body rest

while i count the stars

that i may not see

i shall then

all those carpenters forgive.

on the seesaw of sorrow

let me play

while i slide down

the banister of life

as much of dismay

i shall forgive your blows

even if in so

i am sent to slay.

upon the trees of a desert land

where a thousand cactus can only grow

let me jump from tree to tree

as i dream of a green grass land

which seems to be from doom so free.

it is then

that i shall forgive this land of thee'

where a thousand errors are noted on me.

Body and Soul

Stabbed

by thousand brunts

the heart lived on

with the aching soul

body

the sanctum of their

matrimonial home.

In their bliss

they subdued

the harsh cold

as the carcass

protected them

from mysteries of life

which would continually unfold.

The shell

made of human skin

was but a living throne

of their woes

which they together had borne.

Tattered and torn

the shed would leak

of torrential storm

but they contended

whether hay or sunshine

not caring of external form.

It was not

cement mortar or stone

human hide

was one of clay

living

yet not accustomed

to life's play.

The wake up call

"Wake up!

They said you're ok,

stop chasing those relentless dreams;

stop fooling yourself,

your nightmares will go away.

Wake up,

dont be a child

dont dream your life away,

live your life

its a one time thing,

dont pass it away.

Wake up,

the day is blessed

the night is over

you've had enough rest.

Wake up,

why wont you?

dont do this,

now is not the time-

dont joke this way.

wake up,

cant you hear me say?"

She's not listening ,

wake her up please-

GOD!

Dont do this to me!

"sorry miss,

we got it wrong-

she is long dead now,

there is no hope-

we should let her be."