BLACK

wandering the prohibited land of unwanted things
arriving at the melodious smell of lily
summation of glorious moments of life
dreaming about the sound of waves rushing up the walls

but everthyin appears black as my mind

black as misery
sleuths upto mockery
brain mapped to some serious treachery
my son don preach the path of judiciary

layers of despair piling in
winds of seasons change
minds of bygones tatooed in the brains
revolve around the mysteries of silent movers


but everthyin appears black as my mind


but still
dont preach,dont teach the art of killing
dont inherit,dont indulge in bribing
blood drips from pain are short-lived
tears from eyes are short-lived,
and Im sure, this blackening too wil die