No melody plays in the vacuous halls
but those ominous tune that rattles bones.
Through a veil, eyes see
flowers wilting and leaves
All that beauty gone
gone to nothing.
There is nothing
except the burden of minutes
ticking behind some brittle laughter.
The soul groans beneath this cross
that offers no resurrection.
and away the spirit flees
to seek its star,
cutting off its anchors.
I guess, most of us are reeling from the recent sad and unfortunate news about two prominent persons. NO one will ever know the depths of despair or sorrow that they went through but their passing made me revisit, through this poem, that time long a when I felt so depressed and despairing (a period which, thank God, did not last).