Vultures.
I see them swooping down on carcasses left behind by men.
Merciless. Irreverent. Hungry.
Dogs fight with stray limbs of half-burnt humans.
Letting go a shrill cry of frenzied thirst.
Not a sound.
Not a sound to be heard.
Hawks nibbling at lifeless eyes.
Empty sockets stay gaping blankly at the night.
Stars too afraid to shimmer.
The moon takes refuge somewhere safe for it.
Clouds- a shade of sinister black.
Life weeps somewhere far.
Like a child too afraid to touch the dead
I wait behind the curtain of silence.
Not a prayer on my lips.
Not a hope on my mind.
A spectator.
Only a silent spectator.
Helpless.
Still.
Infirm.


Bones rattle out in the open again.
Sooty at being half burnt.
Bury them
Bury them deep somewhere
I hate the smell of death.
No incense please
No flowers.
Death is not glorious here.
Death is not a feast.
Children sing far from here.
I can hear their song.
Or is it some hymn of death.
Are all the dead awake ?
Or am I just hearing things.
Oh! I forgot to breath for a while.
Sighs.
Only sighs for me now.
No lip will ever arc in a smile.
No flutter flap inside my heart.
I died a painless death that time
When I kissed your lips.
When you drew my blood.
With an endless trickle of greed in your eyes.
I saw death in them
That night.
.......

Let the dust-storm lull.
Let it all begin for once.
Let the rot run riot in your veins too.
Let my ghost die in some peace today.
And float far away.
To a place where I may avenge this day.
Someplace I may meet you half-way

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