30 years have passed Since he last walked that path Of grey With no white to be seen Anywhere......
30 years have passed Since he last felt that chilly air Which surrounds this place Like a chewing gum Stuck in hair
30 years have passed Since he smelled those tears Which unknowingly leak From the loved one's Who cry just for sometime And then leave them In there own abyss
30 years have passed Since he have last seen his own self Which is cremated On this land Just like others Who share this land Of dead.....
30 years have passed Since he last felt being a mortal But now He isn't He is painted in his true colors now Clothes colored in black Surround him now Cuz he was meant to become someone Who takes souls of others He was meant to be a grim reaper
By the time You came back holding a bouquet filled with lilies mixed with white roses to deliver a new beginning at my doorstep for to apologize for the seed of elegy you have sown in my clay-clammed heart during that night, I was already breathless, floating under the coffin dreaming of Vast emptiness you left behind that ebony night
P. S : Sometimes the hurt becomes so deep that you can't survive the night without dreaming about death