Garden Of Death

Fantasy and mystic

Garden of death

Living my fantasy
Had never been so easy
Those dreadful moments
Who am I to comment

It had locked me up
In this mysterious cup
Where none z allowed
Except the shredding cloud

That low dreamy voice
captures the moment with no choice 
Sings the unsung melody
Alas!I m not ready

To listen the painful saga
Irrespective of its melodious raga
Which goes like this
Makes even the wind to hiss

With great white stars
The ground z covered with tar
The nightingale sings all night
Dumb struck people gave up the fight

The cold crystal moon yawns
The emptiness fills the lawn
Eyes dim with tears
n heart drowned in fear

Trees spread out their arms
Over the sleeper in the barn
Sky filled with darkness
Leering at me with coldness

Its power n meticulous ways
To copy the homage it pays
Lying on soft brown dirt
Where no one can hurt

Grasses waving at the head
And silence z d one to lead
Time z forgotten in space
Thus graveyard z d perfect place

The only place so restful
For death z so beautiful.............

~ Rachna

Author's Note

fantasising this abstract idea of death!

Reviews

[kangsora]

This kind of remind me of one of Emily Dickinson's poem. I forgot its name.. anyway, this is really good. :)