Tuesday, July 20, 2010

You

Walk gently on that treacherous path

Step carefully on that soft lush grass

You have to believe in yourself

And trust stories you heard long back


You'll reach a door, open it with eyes

Step inside, and find a room of surprise

You'll see, old as age itself, on her seat

And as young as your next heart beat


Go carefully near her, not looking at door

Step closer, till you hear her voice, no more

Listen to what she tells you and be quite

Don't ask her back even if its not alright


She'll tell you things you didn't know

Things that didn't exist except tomorrow

Things you did, you saw, and forgot in haste

About yourself, that you spend and waste


Don't show her your fear, be brave

She's is more fragile, waiting for a save

She'll show you colors! Splendid charms

Be brave! She means you no harms


But you, you run away, blood on hand

Blood on lawn, blood wherever you stand

You came to her, hearing ancient stories

Stories of those who never saw her glories


You always go back, to pride and comfort

To ways known, paths of your world

But when you sleep, you dream of her

Her beauty, her voice and her murder


Climb up to your library, and find her in books

Climb down to your harem, and find her looks

Smell her rot, see her corpse, visions so true

When will oh fool, you'll realize! You killed you