THE COME BACK

THE COME BACK

A gloomy face, wandering in search of nothing
Tired, dejected and aimless.
Days, paths, destinations and people,
All came to him and went away
Like ticking of fleeting time.
Nothing would touch to what ever was left of him
The shrunken soul cursing the past
Dry eyes scared of the present
Drowned heart devoid of any hope for future.
Life had taken back everything from him,
This is what he felt, lived and suffered.
And then he decided to stop the ticking,
To stop all misery, to forget all his suffering.
He decided to dig the roots out.
So he started for the cliff, the highest one,
To fall and liberate his shredded being.
He had decided to commit suicide.
The way to cliff was full of rose bushes
The day was full of cool breeze
But nothing would touch him.
Soon he was on the cliff.
He leaned over the cliff,
And saw the path of his last journey.
Down below, were waiting the messengers of death
Up above, were hovering the hungry vultures
Everything was prepared for his last journey.
Then he saw a face on the other end of the cliff
Another shrunken soul to descend with him
Two dried voids met, their eyes had met.
He went to her and stood silent
They soon started talking and sharing.
Two hearts opened and came out the filth,
The filth they had been carrying,
The filth rotting their souls every moment.
They shared till the hearts were clean.
They felt light and felt life
Now they started talking life.
Soon it was dusk.
Cows were coming back with clouds of dust
Birds were flying back with the clamour of joy
Farmers were coming back too
With memories of day and hope for tomorrow
Among them were seen two shadows
Hand in hand, they were walking back,
Walking back to the life.
They went to kill themselves
But killed something else
And came back victorious,
On the chariot of cool breeze, driven by hope.
Welcomed by the shining moon,
Welcomed by the blooming rose,
Welcomed back by the life, to its kingdom.