Monuments of humanity
Like still waters running deep
They mingle with every drop of blood
Dripping from the core of the tongue
Reeking from mouths
Acid. Steel. Blue. Happy.
Repressed. Fatal. Loving. Soothing.
Felt through caresses
Seen through gestures
Hidden in shadows
Depths unfathomed and immense
Our lives unwrap through them
Revealed and secluded under veils
Many times a bridge
Many times a knife
These alluring curved figurines
Beckon with a tinge of madness
Of sugar coated pills.
Fetching in their attire
Decking our pasts
Forming our presents
Estranging our tomorrows
We are the fleeting selves of time
Fleeing from time
Creating slaves out of souls around
Who grope their way through the scarred fair that is life
Buying trinkets of smiles and toys of happiness
Bargaining for solitude and auctioning loneliness
All rests. Our life is a lighthouse of words.
Beaming with light, showing the way at intervals
And whitened darkness, crowding in otherwise.