Morphed into what you've been running from all this time,
You stretch and scratch at your newborn skin,
You crushed the once so sweet sublime,
With a new unruly, crooked grin.
Your mind, over-ridden by remote control,
Or perhaps for no reason to be explained,
You laid us beneath a six foot hole,
With a mind untroubled and a heart unpained.
I watch in silence as you conform,
Your body melds with flesh and bone,
Your beauty and love for me, deformed,
And your face is not the one I've known.
In front of me, the mirrored man,
Of all you've ever learned to hate,
I know it wasn't what you planned,
But it wasn't only left to fate.
I cannot hide from my disgust,
I try to my might to turn away,
But you're the one who let it rust,
And broke me down again, today.
A stranger stands where you once stood,
Birthed from your greed and your neglect,
Don't come around my neighborhood,
What else could you come to expect?
Faceless drifter, who are you?
You tug and rip apart my chest,
A zombie and your loyal crew,
I wish to you the very best.
Categories:
unpained, friendship, loss,
Form: Rhyme
The king
made a fun of our poverty.
Marble faced girls always thought,
wearing black scarves –
sweeping the floor of white mausoleum.
You made a death
a loving eternity.
We die daily
in the face of old shine.
Who shoots a peacock
on the tree?
I mourn for the blue peace,
let the clouds come.
Who remains unhurt
unpained, when the night calls?
I seize a moon
to enter the crack of dawn.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unpained, business, caregiving, childhood, computer-internet,
Form: ABC