Monday, April 18, 2011

Death in a Café


Death
Utters
Dialogues
Unscripted
Not like a
Jester
But like a
Villain
Taking away
All the pleasures
Leaving
Scars of poetic justice
Behind
To lick up
And forget.
Death
Splutters
Petals of wails
To be rested
In the grave of
Sighs.
Death is not a joke
It could spirit you away
Through
The whirls of
A cup of Espresso.

2 comments:

murali said...

see my poem on death in my yahoo blogs...http://pulse.yahoo.com/_ULQIWG2FKB57X2E6UWRG7V5JHA/blog/articles/42650?listPage=index

and this one about life -
http://pulse.yahoo.com/_ULQIWG2FKB57X2E6UWRG7V5JHA/blog/articles/42642?listPage=index

mrsmanmeet said...

lovely Johny...