The Last Rites

In my mind
Some memories in flashes
Some bitter
Some sweet
Having clashes
Having breathed your last
I burnt you to ashes
All possibilities
All hopes
they went up with the fumes
witnessed the rift:
what happens
and what man assumes

Looking at the ash
wondered if it was the end
but came the weekend
Offered the ash to the stream
that very night
I had a dream
Voice gave a threat
that it is'nt over yet
then I saw
the ash away with the flow
high and low
to a place we know
the one I could see
yes it was the sea

This did'nt stop there
was the SUN
shining up there
towards it
under the glow
the ash began to flow
Again came the thought
that THIS IS IT
It was not though

Eyes felt the strain
I woke up to the rain
I let each drop on me
did not refrain
got you back in me
said the sweet pain
    R.I.P Dad

Through The Eyes Of A Blind

Lost in the crowd
  am left behind
Yeah am blind
The day doe'snt bring light to me
   everything's black
There ain't a color for me

With the stick in hand
I   walk   into   the   city
  Voices turning slow
  laughter losing flow
Tell am being looked at with pity
In around the city
I endorse the brand pity

Each step I take
 is a giant leap
For may end into a gorge so deep
 May force some press beep
It seems I walk in senses
 but ask the darkness
I walk as if in sleep

Within the world
There's a farm of my own
Where seeds of love
   I have sown
Neither by looks
Nor by what they wear
 The way they care
 Their words that I hear
The time they spend
The patience at their end
It's by the Lord that I swear
To me they are dear

That WELL Within

Deep within me is a WELL:
   A well full of pain
Through buckets of eyes
     mine self tries
To fetch and throw out
Day after day
Again and again
  what you know as tears
    The water full of pain

So the buckets have turned rusty
     The voice a lil husky
The expression of smile on me:
    it's still there
But   for   the   feeling
  which is nowhere

These   are'nt   enough
enough are'nt my words
Tried sharing with hills
   whispered to water
Expressed myself pulling the throttle
  Don't want to open a bottle

I've started shouting on wall
Though am not on a call
   hollow and alone
I talk to my phone

Looking for a way
 with the 'WELL' emptied
I want to stay
Happily some days do pass
  before I have that FALL
Wanna  get   rid   of   this   soon
  for upon me it'll take its toll