Shattered Soul

Long back
The bird of the soul was wounded
It was long back when all the golds turned into stone.

Long back

The season had scaled the greens of the city and had consumed itself.

It was Long back that the sun humbled by the glooming sunshine and had rushed into the shadowy cave.

Long back
I did dig up a grave for my soul in my chest
It was long back the trembling stones of the walls had broken every string of desire which once lived in my heart.

Since then

Whenever I bathe in the river of my suit, I rub myself against the sand of sorrow and emerge dry.

Since then
I missed my child's play, he never ever played at my feet, no flower ever smiled at my sight.

Since then

I have been enslaved by the darkness of my grave. My own reflection had been taken away.
I struggle and I struggle hard to fell the scent of the air.

But now
Now when I see this city of the Limbs drying up,
I long to erode myself in its water every day.
A tide rises and dies in me.

Now I cannot stand like a statue anymore. I seek the split by all means

It's ages now
When the bird of the soul was wounded and all the golds were turned into statue.