One Percent Of Me

Strength less Sun

Has disappeared in dark

Everything is now

Bleeding black

 

In a blue sea of sky

Moon is caged in the night

Wingless birds want to fly

Where is the light?

 

Doomed destiny

Is caressing the colorless clouds

As its beguiled boon has

Become a cursed fantasy

 

Fragmented memories

Of past pleasant me

With three drops of tears

Clouded my fears

  

Like a cold heart

In a warmth less body

I have become a soul engraved

In a deathless body

Without any rhyme

Like motionless mime

My emotion doesn’t flow

It just doesn’t glow

  

And now 

One percent of me

Just one percent of me

Is alive

For his hundred percent

After-life to thrive

In one percent of me

This poetry breathes

 

Like a living obituary

In a loveless oasis

From the one percent of me

My inkless pen bleeds