When the melody goes mute...: April 2010

That night he awoke from his murky slumber

And at the beat of consciousness he knew

The world is pitiless, discounted and deceitful

Injustice: The fresh scent in the room

Hurt: The only mutual friend

Greed: Excused

Deception: Like a 3-rupee note

Hate: Slavery and misjudgment

Apathy: From those who hate it

Pride: A nameless defender

Change is what he wanted, a million souls alike.

Dreams and strategy were blended to affect.

Sin: Inescapable as long as he’s mortal

Problem: He tolerated sin.

Just a hole

Interrupting even ground

Acceptance pulls at your chin like a puppet

Pleasure, the foe of happiness, won’t let you see it, no

A mundane step and you’re unsure of what you’re choking on

Pinch yourself or cut. The hole is not a dream. Understate reality bites

Disguises and deception fog your vision and walls seemingly widen

Dig deep into the sturdiest crevice, deep breath, but don’t heave

Shift the centre of your dead weight and push with every cell

‘Whatever you do, don’t look down’ even if it’s your blood

Reach out, like your vengeance lies in the moon

Feel the heat of eternal reunion as you

Take his hand.

When the melody goes mute...