Chartered this life from demise
I grew to prefer schedules
open for celebrations,
as well, for funerals
in pouring rains
or in breezy plains.
And I rose occasions to escape
oblivion outta daily delights
and saved my nerves
for coffin wood fragrance
and feiry dark grey shades
and hid myself in timid
strange bubble world.
Then I would blare to stay aside
by missing to pull together,
but to fall apart dodging
any greetings, yet fearing
goodbyes, like fire-darts,
'coz for everytime a beloved
hits the ground, dead cold,
it burns a part in me
smoking away the reasons
we make to live, before we hit!