My Requiem

The radiance of the sky,
is not enough to light up my thoughts.
as I slowly pace along the road,
all I see is death swifting through my throat.
But today I shall not talk about the cause,
neither the bullet nor the approaching yellow lights.
But a hymn lingers on underneath my lobe,
with a tale of it’s own.
Will it laden with grief of aged couple,
or bear the drops of undying love?
But the most dreading anomaly that prevails,
would it be a sigh of relief?
The only notion for the answer,
leads me to question myself.
Are these hymns a repercussion of my doing,
Do i manifest the power to mend it?
Does it really depends on what lies underneath,
or what you do defines who you are?
Will it be intentions or my actions,
which would leverage my notion of love.
As the ashes of pyre burns away my soul,
these words would be my belongings to the golden gates.
Love, hate, memories & disgrace,
My Requiem

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