Treasure Island

sree Jothi


LOST TRACKS


Your absence hollowed life beyond measures
My eyes have boycotted all sights
Complaining for the painful excitement
Of ever searching for you in vain.

The clock of my heart unwound for 5 days
Misbeats to the tunes of death.
The cold blood cuddles in my frozen veins
So hard you can hear the brittle walls cracking

Life leaking out through every pore
Tears washing the memories afresh
The dim sky strangling the dead air
Reduce body to a deflated tube.

Stinking with life in this city of bones
Clearing the carcasses of wasted life
Amidst the vicious smiles of fate
I flicker helplessly to trace the lost tracks

Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013
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