Dead Bones

Light of the cloudy sky enters 

Through the translucent windowpane. 

The brain wants a break from the life. 

The raindrops fall onto the river of corpses. 

The flowers struggle hard to spread fragrance 

Amidst the dirt of time.

 

Life goes on with the daily routine. 

The urban air threatens the heart. 

Slowly but surely the death approaches. 

The dry leaves fly in the urban air. 

The winter refuses to get colder 

Amidst the dark losses. 

The emotions become meaningless. 

The time teaches to manage dreams. 

Yet, the heart smolders in silent pain.

The jungle loses the silent noise. 

The cold moon wants to become hot 

Sun in the dying brain. 

The green disappears from the thought. 

The raindrops mix with the blood. 

The cuckoo refuses to sing again. 

The blinding light predicts the death. 

The stars do not glitter anymore. 

The time struggles hard to bring peace

When he awaits the last breath. 

The pain of the eternity becomes the wordy stones. 

The life disappears leaving the dead bones.