Deadly

My hands gel very well with the white marbel
as my fingertips scrape a portion
squeaking in pain aloud
drowning my echoed thud
of tears that fell to my bare feet
hanging in midair
with the motionless eyes wandering
away to the bloodbath around

Timeless


I am walking with my bruised feet
On the sands of a timeless pain
With an withered body trying to trace the wings of the winds
The volatile tremor to my soul is sharply piercing
Forcing my frail body to crumble into pieces
Inside a haunting dark coffin
Laying beneath the earth.
There, I stay still as my rotten leftover flesh oozes out of me
Blood and watery filth is leaving my crevices
Rotten, crude
I am turning blind as these flimsy bones can’t stop my eyes bulge out of the sockets
As my neck has turned stiff and numb cold
I somehow sense a relief though as I hear the crackle of my bones
Celebrating this moment of a corpse
But this corpse is still alive- strange
This emptiness sans any echo looms around the length of this tomb
Surrounded by bugs who suck more into my corroded veins
No apathy lies in this disregarded careless body
To fight and save itself
Nor do I cry or cringe

When the suffocated moth colours me.

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Inferno

Terribly hurt
I was hit by a jolt
a blow that sliced my heart into pieces
and it didn’t stop at that
Bruised gorily
even my grieved eyes forgot to cry
lifeless soul muffled its voice in silence
and body deserted itself giving up all hope
Battle of  inferno 
It was no less than hell

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THAT MOMENT


He was walking briskly to reach on time,
Leading swiftly through the speeding cars and bikes.
He could hear his heartbeat thumping loudly,
Admist the chaos and slogans the rioters shouted angrily.
He had to be there for his family,
They needed him the most in this moment of misery.
His clothes were soiled with dust and sweat,
He was shivering with pain as if  his legs were cut.
He jumped over the wall to get home early,
Gulping down the guilt to see dead bodies that were murdered brutally.
He was finally home as he quickly banged open the gate,
But THAT MOMENT was destined as his ill fate.
He was hammered down by some guys with a sickle and iron chains,
Bleeding profusely he fell down to see his family lay dead with slit veins
That moment stole away all his hopes and was mercilessly left to die,
That moment was a curse – for no fault of his – that caused the  reason for his pyre!!!


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Mystery About A Dying Soul


Darkness set in, Fear crept in,

a sudden jolt that i was struck,

Was wishing for some luck.

But it was too late…….

was already laying down in a dying state.

Concerned about my family who were besides me,

Prayed to God, to really spare me.

But DEATH ain’t anyone’s friend,

gave a wicked smile , his gory hands he lent.

Heard My Momma sobbing loudly,

“Darling Son, please don’t leave me alone!!!”

Suddenly feeling helpless and worn,

only testimony to this sorrow was the tears that flowed.

At such a young age, I am going to die,

but still had a whole life ahead to spare.

“Why me???”, I questioned,

But no one answered.

Like a small baby, Momma cradled me in her arms,

her eyes swollen red hid her beauty charm.

Couldn’t move my hands or legs even a bit,

struck with an excruciating pain each time I did.

Gasping for breath and fighting for life,

feeling guilty on unfulfilled promises that left behind.

All that I managed was spitting out a lot of blood,

surely knowing now that it was time……..

Seconds were moving slow,

feeling every heartbeat that turned low.

Burdened with heavy rock on my head,

and huge thorns that were piercing into my chest.

Succumbing into the deep darkness,

I closed my eyes…….

Listening to the now Feeble cries , the blanket of darkness softly covered my body.

Silence —–and stillness made me numb,

A Dying Soul was now no more……..

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P.S: Mystery About A Dying Soul published in the Book “Puppet on a String” by Barry Mowles, Destiny to Write Publication.

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