There's this tranquility,
A prevalent skin-piercing silence
The one that is rankling
Yet this body is not becoming numb -
This evil heart is trying it's best
Percolating hydrogen over the
Network of those feeble veins
Freezing muscles and limbs.
The clamor of yesterday's crackers
Still haunting this ears,
And the mellifluous memories
Lingering on the tip of this tongue.
Desires flapping it's wings-
Is weighed down by burden of betrayal
The rythemic beats once symbolising life
Is showing signs of Alzheimer's.
The warmth of womb -
Is all the sole yearning left now,
But eyes, these innocent eyes
Refuse to blink their last::
For promise unfulfilled
Keeps them waiting,
Unaware that what returns from the grave
Are corpses: lifeless.