My soul scattered
To live another day,
My heart reserved its pieces.
A journey was once started,
But it ended in between
The lost and found signs
Of the nearest parking lot.
The feet wandered around,
Dancing to the beats
Of heavy breathing,
And the lips exhaled
Continuous sighs of relief,
While watching one's body
Getting slaughtered
In the shop of life.
The pages turned themselves;
Ink splatter all over it,
Smudging the love letters
Of a lover who never felt
The pleasure of being loved
In return.
The footprints paved the way
To the nearby grave
With soul less bodies resting
Six feet underneath,
While flowers and candles
Decorated their new home.
The walls at home
Doesn't hear much nowadays,
But it spares a word or two
About the reincarnated soul.
Incense sticks were lit up;
The room, heavy with smoke
Was gutted into ashes.
The remains were transferred
To a box of matchsticks,
And it remained untouched;
For the box was heavier
Than the other loss of life.