DEATH IS ON THE STREETS

DEATH IS ON THE STREETS

Death is on the streets 

and life is offbeat

Are we too afraid to die 

or are we too afraid to simply end our lives ?

The ghosts of our physicalities ,

are dancing on the war cliffs of duality

The basement of my boredom ,

is filled with rotten thoughts of causality

I wish life would be on streets 

and death would be unseen…

but War is on the streets

And war is on the television

And now it has crept into our devices , on repeat 

 and peace is only hanged in the poems of tree

Like it's dead

The doctors are monitoring peace

And the verdict is, 

Sublime perishing and chronic extremis... 

I guess we are done reading poetries, or having any passions 

As we are too occupied fighting wars , on internet, a diatribe on compassion

I wish I could make a career out of war 

But I would be Catcalled uncivilized for that

And I would be forced to make a career out of peace, 

out of my poetries , out of proses, till I rub society's noses 

And then I would be begging on the streets, in stone cold frost 

 with my vernaculars having no food to eat 

poetries are thrown in the sea

poets are in the oceans of abyss

war is in the home and hearth now

no bread on the table , 

all hurt in the hands of fable 

 

Death is on the streets

 and dying is on the Internet

Life is lived on weed

And living is postponed in lucid dreams

war has reached to heads now , 

empathy has fallen out of our pockets

death prided off , with head held high for ideologies

I guess everything would pay off ,

when all of us would die,

same race, same color , same gender , same jibe 

and no different human would be left to die 

except us , what a mirth , what a misery !

Death used to be on the streets 

and life is hanging on the dead trees

On the necks of deads poets , indeed

Till all of them died out of poverty 

death is now present in every body 

Everybody is a pessimist now

and life is sold at a price 

 that only few of us can afford to embody

What a tragedy, what a good relief! 

Death used to be on the streets

Now it is seen hanging on the rotten pieces of poetries 

Life used to hang on the dead trees

Now it has lost even lost hope of humanity

Death used to be on streets

Now it is on street drains and potholes

Everyone is dead now 

Life is a threat now

Death is a dream ( as everybody is already dead) 

Streets are empty . ...