Sunday, April 27, 2008

STAGGERING TOWARDS AN END

Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts

I move ahead to find my whereabouts

Causing the green down my paw

To move like a forest in the claw

Of fire, of hatred, of deeds forbidden

To the human soul

Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts

The people I saw in the past

Move into the shadow of present

Just to vanish as the future beholds

Calling me to enter its trial

For a place in the funeral pyre

Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts

It’s the vessel, which is sinking

The sail, which is cracking up

Because of a captain who wishes

To kill the albatross

In search of endless miseries to come

And punishment fortified

Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts

It’s the life, which has to be saved

At all costs

But the darkness revolves around the sinner

For the crimes endless

Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts

Opening them all, I stand in front of the lord

So let there be mercy, Oh! My good god

But this time the noose is tight

And the only way out is anything

But bright…