Tis is the morning time,
While I am walking down the pathway.
Thinking as if a new story,
A new story of night and day.
Looked as I, the people around,
All were confident in the light of day.
But as they noticed me, walking thereby,
Gave an essence of surprise on their visage.
Thinking of the, bizarre revelation,
Sudden the environment changes dull.
The daylight seems negative in this first instance,
And in the second, it seems unspoken.
The area where I am now,
Is too forlorn to be vacated.
Everything seems dead at the place,
And hence I got to know, it is a Crypt.
Surrounded by the trees standing,
Tall as if in the form of a prison.
Looks comes as if,
It is guarding the world from within.
My mind allowed me to sit aside,
Aside on a bench nearby.
The bench is cracked with a marking on it,
Marking of the dying life.
The aura of the crypt, is extremely silent,
Only is audible the sound of a hooting owl.
Tis the first time I have ever heard,
A hooting owl in the daylight.
I can’t even understand, the myth of this place,
Or the magic spread in the woods herein,
Cause the splintered bench which seemed uncomfortable,
Is now giving me placate from the soul within.
The woods are waving their arms wide open,
Waving with the wind blowing.
It seems as if, they are the only one,
Sharing the pain of the buried corpses.
The grass and the weeds, grown on the land,
Slowly is fracturing the grave’s stone-chamber.
The felt seems as if the grasses want to post,
Post the outer world’s message.
The life of the place, including the souls,
Are all inter-connected.
Cause everything seems helping each other,
To remove the torturous pain.
As the sunshine, becomes dull enough,
dull in this place called a crypt.
In the same way the church bells sounds,
Seems as the song of the dead.
Now I understand, why the people,
Why actually they stared at me.
It was I, who was walking in,
Walking to the graveyard alive.
But why is it, that the world calls it,
The land of cursed woods?
Whereas I call it the junction of dead,
Who are transported from here to the heaven.
Thinking like this, the day started to end,
Dusk was the next thing , near to come.
The climate suddenly changes from mourning,
And changes to the frightening silence.
Walking as I back to my living,
It feels that the souls are seeing me off.
Thanks as they to feel their feeling,
Joking, that a living went off living…
Meanings: - night and day: death and life, light of day: the sunshine filled with positivity in the morning, visage: face, bizarre: strange, revelation: surprise, splintered: fractured; cracked, placate: give comfort; soothe.
While I am walking down the pathway.
Thinking as if a new story,
A new story of night and day.
Looked as I, the people around,
All were confident in the light of day.
But as they noticed me, walking thereby,
Gave an essence of surprise on their visage.
Thinking of the, bizarre revelation,
Sudden the environment changes dull.
The daylight seems negative in this first instance,
And in the second, it seems unspoken.
The area where I am now,
Is too forlorn to be vacated.
Everything seems dead at the place,
And hence I got to know, it is a Crypt.
Surrounded by the trees standing,
Tall as if in the form of a prison.
Looks comes as if,
It is guarding the world from within.
My mind allowed me to sit aside,
Aside on a bench nearby.
The bench is cracked with a marking on it,
Marking of the dying life.
The aura of the crypt, is extremely silent,
Only is audible the sound of a hooting owl.
Tis the first time I have ever heard,
A hooting owl in the daylight.
I can’t even understand, the myth of this place,
Or the magic spread in the woods herein,
Cause the splintered bench which seemed uncomfortable,
Is now giving me placate from the soul within.
The woods are waving their arms wide open,
Waving with the wind blowing.
It seems as if, they are the only one,
Sharing the pain of the buried corpses.
The grass and the weeds, grown on the land,
Slowly is fracturing the grave’s stone-chamber.
The felt seems as if the grasses want to post,
Post the outer world’s message.
The life of the place, including the souls,
Are all inter-connected.
Cause everything seems helping each other,
To remove the torturous pain.
As the sunshine, becomes dull enough,
dull in this place called a crypt.
In the same way the church bells sounds,
Seems as the song of the dead.
Now I understand, why the people,
Why actually they stared at me.
It was I, who was walking in,
Walking to the graveyard alive.
But why is it, that the world calls it,
The land of cursed woods?
Whereas I call it the junction of dead,
Who are transported from here to the heaven.
Thinking like this, the day started to end,
Dusk was the next thing , near to come.
The climate suddenly changes from mourning,
And changes to the frightening silence.
Walking as I back to my living,
It feels that the souls are seeing me off.
Thanks as they to feel their feeling,
Joking, that a living went off living…
Meanings: - night and day: death and life, light of day: the sunshine filled with positivity in the morning, visage: face, bizarre: strange, revelation: surprise, splintered: fractured; cracked, placate: give comfort; soothe.
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