I woke up.....
at first, I erased the lines
of my epitaph from the diary
that I have written last night.
looked at the sky
listened to the chirping of birds
for a while I forgot everything
I moved out of the house
keeping a sunflower in my heart
taken a seat in some corner of the street
and started daydreaming about my tomb
'I tented the grave, put some flowers,
sung one hymn..all things are beautiful,
god bless this soul'
daydream broke....I came back
crossing the weeping willows
they smiled at me..I did the same
just for courtesy..fellow feeling
I reached home....
sat idly, drunk a little
and I moved inwards....into 'me'
in those moments light seeks it's counterpart
I'm afraid of light....to see the faces of people
the flowers of lost spring came back
with their malicious smell
oasis and desert looked similar to me
two drops of grief came out....
I felt tempted, to go back
suddenly I shut the door
no need......it is all vain.
at night, I became blank
like a white canvas
faded like torn out hopes
I thought of my tomb
how will I decorate it?
yes, I want my tomb to be beautiful!
I have written my epitaph in the diary
to erase it in the next morning again
letting the dead live again...!