The Crying River....!!

As the light of the day fades,

its rhythmic clang reverberates vaguely,

eyes search for a glance…

and one wants to see..

loud colors of ,

an artificial combustion;

They gather… in numbers, to

Witness the blue smoke curling,

the masquerades falling

over a dead heart,

over a dead soul.

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And the river billows along-

its gray warm waves beaten up

by an indifferent chilly wind;

Shaken by the slap,

A jerk, A cut, that you gave…

And yet once again the river shreaks..

falling back on their dark, sloppy sides

with a hiss --

the cold travels with me

it envelopes like a shell

Yes, I am crying… and Yes.. I m dying,

Inside……..!!

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I hardly think I’ve lived,

except during many instants when,

plunged in dreams I permitted,

you to destroy me, kill me, ruin me;

as you discern the desire

melting from my eyes,

and in the final moments… Puff!

You were gone,

Now I sit along the crying river…. Its so calm,

And yes I m here sitting alone, crying

Dying, sobbing ….. But..!!

I am up for sale --

I wish you had a proposition..