when music dies

part of me in dust bowl some part in lush green paddy fields some in salty murky waters yet a part in deep dark forests torn between several geographies boundaries have never drawn a line I run amok to gather the pieces and feel myself as a being then there are those smaller factions trampled somewhere beneath the dancing feet gasping to breath in the swimming pool lost behind the mask on actor's face mobile rings pieces splatter silence breaks existence recoils

Tedious times Intellect questioned challenged Capabilities doubted Deride and snigger Anxiety bouts Hide in darkness Cry with shame Question existence Existence of senses Existence of sensibilities Existence of self Existence of being Existence of the very mundane

When was it? Last when held Touched Heard Felt Been inside my being Fading Departing reminiscences Morphing times…

point of satiation point of satisfaction point of saturation solace peace when?

We play hide and seek With our body With our minds With our existence We light up a smoke Mask the smell with a mouth freshner Meet someone and then never want to meet again Have one night stand Tell ourselves it never happened What is it that we hide? What is it that we seek? Death is When soul departs the body Tired of this game Are we walking dead?

Truth glares Minutes keep ticking Hammering inside brain Numb fingertips Pain grows subsides shoots Dark drops of blood Sudden tiredness Clouds the mind Shrouds the being Need some sleep Deep slumber bereft of touch smell Being one with void

Someday I’ll muster the courage Someday I’ll be able to challenge Someday I’ll have a faceoff Someday I’ll tear out the mask Someday I’ll show the mirror Someday I’ll do the litmus test Someday I’ll get over the fear of loss Someday I’ll gather the strength Someday I shall rest in peace…