During poignant thoughts and vacant moments,
What do we do?
We practice self destruction with expertise!
Refilling the half empty vessels in the mind ,
With foolish thoughts that overflow from the brim,
In times of perpetual nights,
Do you refuse to see the sun?
Refuse to see the distant birds and rivers that flow?
The river flows between us like a song,
I on one side you on the other,
I hear the bustling joys and laughter, what do you hear?
But, only drowning shrieks and moans?
Our thoughts and pains and past already dead and gone, we
refuse to bury,
Why? Least we feel guilty of being happy, again?
And there we go again…,
Exhuming the dead past and examining it, over and over again
like an autopsy,
Sifting through the dirt and bones, like a madman, till the
Bones cry out!
The Bones cry out: ‘Oh
Please stop! Let me rest in peace, will you?’
Still, we continue like Vultures, circle and swoop down,
pick out, and
feed on the rotten flesh and bones,
The Dead Flesh cries out: ‘Oh !Please stop! Haven’t you had your fill ,till your juices churned
with revulsion?
‘Let me please
dissipate into the morning sun and the blue sky!’
‘Stop feeding on me!’
The past, pains and memories want to let go off YOU and so
thus YOU must let go of THEM too!
Set them free! And so shall you be!
Will you?
Tell me ….NOW.. do you hear the birds sing and the bubbling river
in its course?,
Feel the sun and the magic in the sky?
Or are you still hearing the shrieks and groans and feel the
dampness in the air?
