Monday, February 6, 2012


Beneath the midnight sky
I lay with my open eyes
Dreaming about the undreamt
Matching the pace of my heart
I run through the terrains and the dense jungles
Jumping over the cliffs
I drown in the midst of the ocean
And listen to the plates that drift.
The volcanic lava growling
Eager to burst its anger out
The clouds are very silent
Even the thunder has a silent sound
And the silence prevails after the death
As the earth evaporates to the unknown sky
There will be no heaven anywhere
To the hell the soul will fly.