When the days are blunt and bleak
Rivers dull and deep
I felt his boat drop. Anchor
The ripples on Styx I think
Through his worn black drapes
My mind and soul, he rapes
I tell to him, with moist eyes
No, not now! Not with these cries


When my spirits are high
Name and fame fly
I see him peeping - little Tom
Through a paparazzi lens,
With the view of wolf and hens
His eyes invite the life bygone
I say to him, with a smile
No, not now, I just crossed a mile


Sky below, water is above
Like the stake slice before a famished dog
My raft thrown helter-skelter
My face wet, either water or blood
I tasted my lips all salt
Inside the shattered million drops, he laughed
No, not now! He said, you have much to pay
In this even, you have no say.


I hear her laughs
In an another man’s charms
In this moment of plight
I feel nothing but delight
The feeling in her I killed
Now back, and I am not even billed



I feel footsteps gather
As though to collect a Martyr
My floor of wood, had no stealth
But then, I was never showered in wealth
On my oak floor I saw
His shadow
On my stifled air of life
His smell
Then I guess all is well
Since my chains, she broke
I hear her laugh, his threats puny
To a surprised death, I told
Lets go, with a smile...

jathin aka jesuzz

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