waiting a resurrection

When thoughts take over my mind

I stare blank……………

The dark oblivion of the night rests upon my shoulder

I lie naked ……………..

Every sinew rolls with the laughter of pain

Bleeds with the deep remorse of frozen times

Times that had long ago ran out of time

My gaze seems to freeze……………

I push through the crowd of long lost thoughts

Memories fly hay-wire in the sky

I lie paralyzed

Suddenly I feel the pain

Of a helpless existence………

I cry but no salt pours out

Just like the river of emotions that had long ago

Lost its battle against the hot desert of agony

I dream the wildest of dreams

Only to realize they were never mine

My body takes an uncanny leap

To break free of this shackels

But I m stuck to the bed

Which long ago had harbored my dead soul

Yes.. I am dead ….

To the very existence of the human race

Just an embodiment that metabolizes

But never breathes love …tastes the colours of petals

I am only a physique

Which has its features but no adrenalin rushes

I live in the world of the deads

Where noses are dedicated lovers of burnt petrol

the night sky remains unadorned..

only for the love of sips of addictions…

Where no rain can evoke a dance of love

The taste of the country roads

Cannot stimulate the taste buds of motherly love

Yes I live in the house of the deads

And I hope ..............and longingly wait

to be painted with colours once again by angel hands

To again resurrect to an eternal life