Death.

Death **** In a dead city dead place among dead people, I am moving as dead body. No sign of life is seen In my dead eyes, Mind is weak like dead dream, Soul is dead with dead chase. Wings that floated years ago Died years ago, Now the practice of death each moment, Each dead moment. Surface of the mind is dead, With dead center, Moment is getting lost, Into the womb of dead desire. The sun rises and dies, The Moon glitters with dead light, Stars are dead may be thousand years ago, Only dead light travelling in dead space. Each incoming breath is dead, Every outgoing breath dies outside. Within the catacomb of time play and display of death is visible, Mind dies and being is not reborn. With the death of hopes and aspires, Ambition died with Nature. I am a dead poet with dead poetry, My poetry is an excuse to tread on dead ways, I have no way to walk, Destiny is dead. Where to go from where and what to achieve? All achievement is dead and baffled my way of living, Living is a great false, A great pretence, Only to smile with vain attempt. Waiting day and night with great hope to fall on the shore, The dead shore for dead soul like me, A dead rejuvenation. Death of mind failed to bring life, Life is a great show of death, No better death is found than life itself, Life is a beautiful tomb with fragrant flower with dead petals. Every throbbing heart is dead with thought, Throbbing like engine having no pulse, The pulsation of heart is polluted with dead pursuit, The highest knowledge of life is about death, Life is a celebration of funeral pyre, Death like waves leaps on the lawn of mind, Wetting the fire that burns inside, Death like dream lives killing dream life endorses, Pain that is dead lying flat inside mind, Only sweeping is needed to make it empty, But the urge to drive is dead, Fire is dead to wash the dead mind. Now poetry is my vehicle to spread my dead thought, To pass into nothingness where Ultimate death is in deep trance. ********