Don't we all wonder that even when we die
What will people think about us
What will they say?
Will they talk about our pretty faces and perfect smiles?
Or will they talk about how many times we lied?
Will they finally appreciate our inner beauty?
Or will they count all those years we lived by?
What have we done to make ourselves count after death?
Will they remember our names after a day?
But as I think more about this; my head starts exploding
For a person so invisible; so diffident
It's painful to swallow that even his death won't make any difference.

Day burns down to night,
Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night I break into sparks of suns
and become fires in a dust of bones.
Night knifes. My breath swallows whole my tongue.
Turn back Reverse return,
In the night I see the real,
Concealed in the day's bright lie.
Eyes stitched shut. White teeth smile.
Sleep walk...s and talks
And feet mark time of day

[From the movie,  'The Invisible']

I still cry over my accident that happened,
The accident that happened nearly 7 years ago.
Of any gains to me, there seems no hint at all,
And of my pain, there seems no happy end.
Reason with my invisible tears I often do,
Irrecoverable damage after all that happened,
More was the damage that was consequent.

I lost my friends, I lost my career overall,
The accident did no good to me except one.
Of my family ties, it strengthened them all,
And my physical pains are long subdued.
Reason I fail to find for my lost years,
Irrecoverable is the lost love and friendship,
More is that grief of the invisible tears.