Megha's World

eddie-howell-606908-unsplash.jpgThere is nothing new in this world

or the place where I’m in

counting the minutes lost by the clock

with no hands

our body is outlasted by our bones

our only testament in the world

hollow and brittle

they can’t tell the truth

no matter how voyeuristic your life was

they are buried numb and mute in the 

rotting soil

they outlive us,

they are marks of the immortality

but they are numb and mute

the rocks of the tomb are 

battered and degraded,

as the hands bring me into it

rocks are all silent 

in the stone-hearted people,

reeking of the dark pain

carried in the hollowed eyes

of the people around me

everything is stale

and reeks of the stench

of the pain and jealousy 

they carry in their hearts

but I’m fresh as a daisy

my body still warm

as I’m being lowered

in the freshly dug grave.



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17 thoughts on “Fresh

      1. Yeah I love nature and just images keep building , we all have our muses, mortality, nature love…my muse comes to me on wings and sparkles thoughts and visions:)

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