White Drape

Beneath closed eyes, The time passes by. Under the blue roof, Life bids good bye. . Reel of memories, Opens the laugh and tears, In the light of life, Shadows are more clear. . Thoughts try to run wild, Desperation to know outside. Helpless,separate from world, No one's to guide. . Arms rest on chest, Wrapped in silk very tight. No one knows life's still there, Still trying on the lost fight. . Chaos and cries still come through, Piercing the deaf ears. Weak legs tied parallel, Have forgotten the walk of years. . Scent glues to cotton, The fragrance goes in. Pouring and filling the lungs, Inside air has lost wings. . Earth moves under with ease, Destination is for path to seek. Slowly the sun closes to west, Light seems so meek. . Above and below the woods, Draped in white. Unaware of these, Flames turn bright. . The ashen smoke rises up, Making the clouds grey. Ash embraces the soil and air, Waiting to be washed away. . Drape remains no more, Gone is the soul. What remains floats, What remains is the whole.

Calling Rains

Night is a little Bright,

white clouds covering sight,

wind lingers in silence,

crawling through spine

creating menace.

murmurs of the fallen leaves

air carries their heaves

and echos in darkness.

screeches of moon light

of pain and sorrow,in

this cold, cold endless night.

grip of cold cuts the pale skin,

clean and bloodless wounds

frost and numb being.

grudging clouds veils the scream

but there is no pain

in the withering scheme.

eyes have gone grey,

lungs frozen,

cold tears have nothing to say.

hopes have ceased like sun

horror has reached in nerves

stuck in the veins like none.

symphony of the falling drops

is at the highest scale

piercing ear drums

dead's give their hail!.

rain lashes out

burning the cold wounds.

where blood was nowhere found

now was fragrant to silent hound

they called the rains

from the hell's depths

to claim what was their's

numb being was all there

to be hunted 

to die again

but free from pain.