On a white bed, someone is sleeping dear
deep to a dreamland of no return but only
strangers and lovers peering translucent
appearing sad as if they were caged
by someone whose scythe has killed
and slit the necks of flowers too eager.
And push them into garland and vases
as if sudden death is a beautiful thing.
And the twin blood-red moon gave birth-
two distant runners racing past each other
galloping silken terrain but their footsteps
leave no traces- only their colorless ordeal.
They call them tears.
Like lamentations of loss, a dirge, a song
wailed and escaped through cracks
and crevices of consciousness. A proof
that breath is extinguished like candles.
Whose spirit wafts the room to shake
and pound the doors with its fists
while the priest can no longer hear
the trite confessions of a sinner.
Solitude Amidst the Maddening Crowd
Lost For Words
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Your face tells much
and the crooked lines circling
your eyes, expressionless
but I have found a meaning.
You began to speak
but I can’t hear until
that voice, suddenly, came
from nowhere. Sshhh. Quiet.
Keep calm. You wait-
for the one who sings the lullaby
to a child. Yes, you are a child
whose life will begin at forty.
And sleep will once again visit
to take away your silent screams
reverberating among these-
four corners of your reclusivity.
I have a hand that can grip
your shoulders from shaking disbelief.
The fears you have tried to put out
like a flame from a candle.
But no one said, it will go away
as easy, that one should get.
Only when that release of breath
would extinguish as a sign.
Your face tells much
not even a sound to decipher
the depth of words that was lost.
Searching for some kind of hope.
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