Funeral

desire into smoke they turn,
to see her own body burn
and not today or tomorrow to bleed
but finish in one day all deed

how easy it wud be to lay there
and look up the end from nowhere
how easy to walk up your own funeral
and dig the sand for self burial

sow the land with some blood of own
and before you reap burnt sown
turn down and lay on those dreams
crush them or tear and then scream
when you get tired laugh a little
and look at your feet turned brittle
which cannot walk to the mirror of soul
but lie like a log on ur funeral

and do not give a chance to get up and run away
burn whole of it in such a way
that never a dream again arise
take these as some words of wise
for those who bleeded for those
and yet those dreams could never close
for their world turned imaginary
so they tell you to be wary
before  those dreams make sight blur
burn them with you ! at ur own funeral




Shweta Singh
23 Jan 2011