GONE II

And so I wither away…
In this heat, in this desert
The whole being thrown away in dirt
Your love is sentenced to live in abyss
Where are you and where’s your promise?
Broken feet and broken hands
Crippled and dumped in burning sands
This life now approaches the end
But I don’t expect you, I understand
That you are far and far away
And so I wither away…

--Rishiraj

GONE

Now all my life would pass in flames
My own shadow would call me names
Now every day would be a night
And weeping, the night, I would spend
Now no breath would bring in life
I would just wait for the end

From now on my blood would be a waste
Would come back the demons that I effaced
Now no one would count my wounds
And no wound would have a cure
Now even the air would feel venomous
My cries won’t be heard anymore

From now my eyes would not cry
Blood would drop out of each eye
You left me just on the way
You left me hanging by the rope
Neither dead nor alive, my friend
I would just exist in the hope:

That someday you would return and I
May return to life or finally die

--Rishiraj

SEE, WE ARE WAITING...

See…
How badly you have failed.
Your failure has been absolute.
So total!
Your system has failed.
Your judgment, and, hence your justice has failed.

It won’t be long…
That there will be a dance of death…
On this stage of obscenity.

Those who had the gift of heart…
Passed away… long ago!

What’s left reeks…
Of filth...
Of putridity.

But…
We are lurking.
We are waiting…
For the moment…

And when the moment comes…
Your streets will run red…
They will reek of burnt flesh…
And will arrive our Justice.
The true Justice.
The pure Justice…

Amid the course of natural selection
Wreaking havoc through all the corners.
Each palace
Will be a furnace…

And the transformation will be seen
By your eyes that will gaze,
Petrified,
From your head
Mounted on my spear.


-Rishiraj