05/13/2009 3:56 AM
Posted by aruntp
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Mood: creative
The Poem
narrates about a dead man who walked on this earth once upon a time… It was
a horror and a symbolic expression of our own psychic
phenomena.
Slept in the deep end of darkness;
Seasons
passed;
Never thought of his beloved love;
Darkness was heavy; even
consciousness never peeped in.
Moon was up; orchestra of virgin
sounds of forests;
Echoed high over the lime light of nature;
A drop
of conscious peeped inside the coffin;
Tried to crawl outside where the
light rules.
Weight of flesh never occurred on the
body;
Senses never crawled; bones where strong;
Made a narrow hole;
crawled outside in the darkness;
Light of sixth sense showed the
way.
Walked jerking, pounding and leaping all over the
way;
Knocked the door, once the palace he dwelled;
Opened the door
of happiness, fled all in fury with a screaming voice;
Sat on the
favorite seat, pushed the key, the piano jerked with music.
Melody
flowed out, sadness where the tone;
Crowd opened eyes in
fury;
Trembled with fear on the melody so heartbreaking;
Sound of
piano echoed high, the musician was just a skeleton who lived in the
past.
His wife never came near nor his children;
Ran away from
house; decided to crush the living skeleton;
The moment came when the
stones flew;
Inside the house, it crushed the skeleton in to
pieces.
A tight coffin was built; carried the broken
bones;
Conscious slept inside; but the living never cared;
Threw it
into the coffin, and mud was filled;
Placed on a heavy Cross, that is the
heaviest ever built.
