BLOODSHED AND DRYING TEARS IN THE BRAIN

I dance through million phrases,

creating patterns of words and words into feelings;

over the hapless innocence of blank pages,

reflecting the echoes of war within, raging.

I curve my lips,

into a wanes of smiles;

and let my restive mind wonder........

am I amused at those words ??

that belong to me,

or

am I amused at the battle within??

that

fuelled those words,

I close my eyes,

 to

escape the screams of the words,

but the war inside isn't so courteous ;

to

spare even the dream,

slowly I unlock my lids ,

 and discover the words

withered 

silenced

and

blurred

by the tears that carried the pain,

of those who survived the war.

I cry for all those 

until silence prevails

and

screams go dead ,

 so is the war in the head.

but

those who died are dead,

and

those who didn't

are yet to die.........

oh

my mind wonders ................again,

under whom shall I count myself??

you cant kill the dead

and

the pain

 kills the rest

under whom shall I count myself

for neither am I dead nor am I alive....................

~Sunil Emjay~

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