Juli

By Anakha Muraleedharan

Life is a time we forget of death,

being too busy filling up life

With all the certain happenings

and the infinite fine tied memories!

It is as we breathe, well unnoticed.

But when it seemed a lone seaside

Around aback I miss the way

And I could only move forward

It is ___.

I am sad!

All the beloved minds around

Wearing a hard hope of helplessness

Counting the time once passed at ease,

to have a heavy half hour get turned.

Are they the second hands now getting old or,

are the weekends ending dark in aching fragile bones?

I will better have a nap

Or else, I will keep talking to you

May be if I could because I fear,

if each nap is a pose for the walls,just fun!

To each you who tried to spread smile in me

Your love is all through deep in my veins

I could seldom now feel pain

Let me get up to hug you all

But sorry, my bones are being bitter bands

Walled by few of molten flesh.

At the chimeral age of metamorphosis

Myself at some numeral stage of metastasis

This is all I have to speak about now

You can leave if it seems a too boring stuff

I too had a day of bliss

Where I spent every time for better and mess

There I had no sights of death so close

For how much I can scumble all these,

to a fate here mightier than my years hard work.

Over and over I will try to revive

For we are all born as pretty pops alike

Into this vast so beloved earth

Be live is the right effort I can take

Believing the hope that I will come,

come back the way I sought myself

For I loved the life I lived few back

and I wish it has still so much to go!

By Anakha Muraleedharan