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Thursday, May 6, 2010

AWAY

On a cold,cold stone floor



Waiting as the seconds tick by


For the rush of death,that surely must come


All is still.


But surely,certainly


death must want Noise.










In the quiet,i will pray


In muted mind,heart,soul


Perhaps for the first time ¬---


Let her come quickly, i plead.










The smell of blood


Unadultered,


Falling drop by drop


and I lie


Just lie.






The cold metal of the scissors


Comforting beneath my fast fading palm


The stench of the gutters


Assailing my weakening senses


And I lie.


Just lie.






On the cold,cold floor


Near the nullah


In the wait for her arrival


Drop-drop


From my veins


Diluted,


Polluted


By the gushing , unclean water.


Atlast, she comes.


Slowly, hesitantly, takes uncertain steps


And i see her


She is sad to see me.






We have met before


“you should have gone on..”


She whispers, so i strain to hear


I smile,


So glad she has come to me.


She bends to me,


Taking me in her arms and


Together,


We fly


Away


Away.

1 comment:

prashun said...

my favorite!