Monday, January 30, 2012

Nestled


I could hear the earth above me
Was it moving?
I tried the Kill Bill shot
It did not work
The casket was stronger, healthier
My knuckles were black and blue
So was my forehead
Ah! my forehead, once laden with kisses of love
Now slowly swelling
It has been a long time now
Six feet under, i was wondering, again!
Yes, someone was trying to exhume me
Who? Why?
Loved by many, hated by none; partial jealousy
Life came down like the North Tower
Was it orchestrated? Was it destiny?
Now, i could hear scratches on the lid
What the F?? Who? Why?
Why not?
Lady Luck! Not again!
I don't like being six feet under.
Why not?
My heart beat was in rhythm with those scratches
An animal, no, maybe yes!
I was sweating now, lol
It was bizarre
Do i care?
Of course I do.




artificial breathing


You make me feel that there is no more I and me
Life has been ungrateful to all the laughter i spilled and kept it happy
One stroke of sadness and I was silent:
Not everyone can face your humour
I term it a torture
Don't want your forgiveness
And stop smiling at my plight, Lady Luck!