The Roads of Memories

Scuttling along the roads of memories,

The particulates of time get into the eyes-

Burning

Pricking;

Smoking,

The fumes of cries escapes out

Through the ventilators of face.

Tears moist the eyes reflecting the barren heart.

Soul…on hibernation.

Around,

The sights of algae

Suffocating the blue water-

As is the calm of mind agitated,

And liveliness of life buried under

The burden of societal expectations.

The mark of axe

Piercing through the heart of tree.

Fire all around.

And this walk over the ruins!

Haunts around the ghosts of dead insects

Stinging you with some unknown pain,

Reminding, recalling.

Bewitched mind

Pukes out the hopes of upcoming days

And covers it after, with the mud of past.

Birds, howling

In their nests.

Look over and find them with injured wings

Staring down at your injuries

And cuts

And bruises

And you realize you are naked

Under the gaze bestowed upon you

With the blessings of the monsters

Of these ruined lands.

You faint, lose yourself,

Falls down over the ashes,

Crumpled sounds,

Rustles,

The sky screams out.

You look over

Staring above, staring ahead above,

And knows then and there…

Some things will never change.