THE SONG AFTERMATH

No pious rays could embark light on me,

For my eyes forever lost twinklin' yester-night!

The arteries of my swollen skeleton-

Has clogged up with the clots of betrayals.

The veins in my body have frozen into glass

With the icy lures they witness from class*!

No arousal can wake my faint body now,

For me has travelled undulating horizons thence!

My lungs have excruciated with the smokes all-where,

My heart now is crying out of all dusty desires!

Insomniac in me now rests in heaven's lap,

Yet, the winging curtains still decorate my room's attires!

All hefty satires blazed the innocence in my soul,

With a dead me, 'writing this song aftermath'!

Slumber let my spirit silence forever in the skies,

Yet, I still cherish the sweet memories of my pies**!

Not my brain works to witness the blossoms of lavenders,

Not my mouth drools to the aroma of delicacies!

Now I'm a broken soul who passed long horizons-

Forever resting in the caressed lap of God!

"Yes, I'm now that dead's wailing voice,

Writing this ode to my anxieties that won,

Writing this ode to my insomnia that triumphed"....

Sanat Kumar Mishra

A budding passionate writer from Cuttack, Odisha who is currently hailing in 19th year of his life. He is pursuing his MBBS from SCB MCH, Cuttack. He likes to dive into the world of emotions and fantasy through words and his word play apart from saving lives through meds.

Notes from the author:

Glossary

* Refering to a group of people

** Near and Dear ones