Sitting in the depths of my thoughts, was myself staring into my own eyes in the mirror.
Those cold grizzly eyes played zombie versus vampire, for
life to them was filled with horror.
A whiff of damp earth through closed doors reminded
him that he was living a lie.
Like the walking dead, he forced himself up to smell
nature’s ecstasy served like a pie.
Aha! He thought. What seemed like a century old wait,
came presenting itself to him.
The perfect camouflage to rip himself apart, oblivious
to all eyes he wept for the victim.
From a bird’s view he looked like he was, at the same
time, downing and drowning.
Those dead eyes could tell it was way more than just
that. He was incurvating.
Nature’s bountiful showers promised to wash away THE
thing. Little did it know it had to fail.
His life was preset. He called quits to his wait and knew
that this was the right time to set sail.
The lifeless form did everything to display the lie.
It was inconspicuously putting on a ritz.
Only he knew that it was time to morph ‘cos all the
conflict inside him was an immortal blitz.
The Perfect camouflage was just the moment he was
waiting for, just the right opportunity.
His time’s up here and time starts there. He knew his struggle will be always be a
fight till eternity....
~Adios
rohit