Sit Back And Relax....

World’s numb for a day, hushed,

Skies turning red, grass bruising brown,

Building’s faces disfigured into distorted pieces, crushed,

Lucifer’s eyes, this land disguised, his crown,

The harbour suffocating, tides crashing head flushed,

The worms unearthed, year’s bounty wan,

Crows perished, world’s harmony unraveled first.

A frame of a mother unknotting the telephone cable,

The final “I love you” ever spoken from her trembling lips, palpable,

To the daughter stuck below the pieces of cement, ubiquitous casualty,

The nature’s noose, the forbidden fruit was to see you two in unity,

The tale of curses into epiphany of the catastrophe,

No escape, the fiery skies and the endless time, racked,

Now you sit back and relax.

A frame of an old man falling from a wheelchair into depths of despair,

The needle pulled off the crochet,

The dog howling at the skies overhead,

The spilled milk on the floor, the half-eaten biscuit on the sofa cover,

His misery without company, his hands not knowing the steering,

His son at the office, his bleached eyes unaware of time’s end nearing,

His hands forgot how to switch on the television,

His arms tangled around the dog's eyes, both of them lying on the shining wood, confusion,

No escape, the fiery skies and endless time, racked,

Now you sit back and relax.

A frame of a girl dancing in the checkered room,

Music's dulcet strains, a feeble whisper on the breeze,

The crows screeching, dominated at ease,

Her family unit tied together, impending doom,

The allure of aristocracy, a sordid plea,

To let her breathe her own air and step her feet outside,

The paternal figure, devoid of faith in her only kid’s life,

The keys to her room with her mother, lying still among the alley,

Her room locked, chaos in frivolity's sway,

No escape, the fiery skies and endless time, racked,

Now you sit back and relax.

The frame of a boy sightseeing out the circular window,

Stillness in the chaos, the muscles on his paled visage,

A path to ascend to heaven, free from the taint of cowardice,

Life has no meaning, death has no cost,

The fear of death as free as the fallen dollars,

The expenditure to breathe every day, got to end,

The life, ruined now, got to end,

That’s the peace he found in death,

The eagerness to touch heaven, amidst the bustling traffic line.

With the telephone cable fixed,

The TV static on,

The room unlocked,

The final minute, world’s numb, hush,

The end’s here, no escape,

So, I sat back and relaxed.