The Calm Of Living Dead

Calm of living Dead

 

Everything looks so distant,

There are still a few sparks left,

Still, can’t find the other stone.

 

Darkness is soothing, whispering,

In this raging sea of noise,

Then it is silent, all so silent.

 

Darkness no longer whispers,

The broken cycle, shoes on the pathway,

The house was once inhabited.

 

Like a ghost, I wander in the corridor,

I feel the bitterness in my tongue,

They watch me, I no longer can hide.

 

Desolation was once beautiful,

Pain once caused brimming eyes,

It’s quite like a headstone now.

 

 

Shh! Trying to hear the flow of blood,

Why don’t they rush out to their freedom?

It's all calm, too calm, the calm of the living dead

 

Hyderabad – 1^st Dec 2016