WHEN BREATHE BECOMES AIR

WHEN BREATHE BECOMES AIR 

when breath becomes air

and air becomes atheist 

when forests becomes fire 

and fire turns fuel.

when time becomes a continuum 

and continuum becomes a chase 

when science becomes fatal

and religion becomes rational .

when stone becomes god

and god becomes your faith

when faith becomes a whip

and that whip beats you to wail.

where would you run to ?

is running really an escape ?

when myth becomes history

and history is all erased 

when stories become satire

and satires are the only truth .

when truth becomes a hearsay

and hearsay is a post modern cage

when youth becomes oldage

and oldage becomes a when to die , phase .

when learning becomes accustomed reading

and reading is about no questions asked but all rote memory

when questions are uncalled for 

then books becomes anti race .

when books are burned 

and burning becomes blasphemy .

I wish you become 

I wish you see

that life is an unfair game , of a false play

where we are the victims and we are the prey 

we are the wise , looking at our virtues ,

 habitual of vice and unhabitual to change .

when man becomes woman 

and woman becomes worthy

when king becomes kind

he loses his thorn and his child .

when his child becomes eager 

his eagerness becomes the cause

when cause becomes reason 

reason says for all.

when all becomes none 

none becomes nine 

add one in all of the numbers

make it ten and divine

when lion is hunted ,

 the prince pays the price,

incising the trident of sacrifice 

sail the ship , the ship carries lives 

all the lives end , 

when the sailor hits the precipice .

when I become you

and you become unfazed

when life becomes death

and death becomes a living race.

The breathe becomes air , 

the air becomes ice, 

its is always uncalled for , 

but it always happen in life , twice .

I have to leave now ,

leaving is a fair try ,

the air becomes blue ,

the blue becomes cowardice ,

as you breathe, you only know,

dying is a breathing exercise ,

as you die , you come to realize,

living is like rolling the same dice , 

even when it wastes your chance to win, 

all to be precise !

give it another fight !

in another life , 

dying would not make sense , 

and life would be a living paradise.

I wish I do not have to lie,

when breathe becomes air,

and air is all riled ,

in between the hallows of life , 

dying is a worthwhile exile, 

in-betweens of banal reconciles.

oh my lasting death, come to me ,

when breathe becomes air,

and the wind is still, 

life is gone , 

as I write ,

my ever lasting will,

I was here , once, 

but now I am not , 

as I write , 

writing is my bride ,

I have been married to my wife , 

for long , long time,

till death separated us , 

till death captivated us , 

till death called for , the uncalled,

I was long gone before , 

I left it all ,

for some more,

a life beyond life, 

a life to die.

Leeza