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Posted on the 27 August 2015 by Shamsud @mysticverse
Unlocked - my home was silent for years
Dusty cold and rusty,
A cup lying on the floor, I feel the warmth
Days bygone ; Aroma of freshly brewed tea
Some flashes in my mind - reflections
Echo! Echo!
Thunders - many of them blown away by the old walls
The other room where I go back to a child ,
Lullaby - fingers playing with my hair, here
Lies the bed.
This is also where she last breathe - Mother.
Echo! Echo!
A gust of wind playing with my hair, silently
Talking to me laughing at my fate
Echo inside; its too late,
No point digging the grave,
Am I that brave!?
Heartbeats - thump thump, tu tump, dhak dhak, lub dub
Stained soul truth - the color of blood,
How far!?
How far one can go before he decides to return home,
How late a man can wait to meet a waiting soul,
What else you can aspire to meet your never ending goal!
Footsteps on the door,
The old man has a bunch now, walking through the door,
Echo! How much was happiness and how much you need more,
A failed heart and he lies on the floor,
Thousands of miles away by some unknown shore,
Man! He cries - A life he bore
Every story ever manufactured now lies in death store!
Note- This is an incomplete work and I ll make some changes

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