Homecoming

I didn't - no - never saw a Dead

Then I saw him lying there

HIS Brutal fist was again at work

Squashing ripe tomato must be tad fun

My drowning heart, lingering to beat – to throb

Inhumanity, ruthless word once heard,

Dancing with its dark dreadful eyes gaped

He lay there devoid of his brain and eyes

As if they never belonged to him, ever in real

And, so-called-humans found it cool to click and flaunt

Was that the right time to set your angle and flash?

A son, a brother, a husband, a lover

How many things he must have - wished to be

For now, so many things he - failed to be

Screams swarmed and bellowed in my clogged throat

I wanted to yell, snap at their cell phones

Then a whiff of stale - no, not stale

Cause blood was still oozing from his cold head

Freshly-blood-stained air gushed pass my hair

Hallucination must be, it'd whisper in my ear

And, might be to the half-dead conscience of all standing there

I heard, I felt or my mind's eye was again at play

HE scorned his creation, mumbling in disdain

“Thou a'rt human by my choice,

Thee shalt be Inhuman in thy ways,

Thy conscience is a warmer place,

For Shaitan seeks warmth to thrive,

It shalt suck away all that thee possess,

Churning it into as-cold-as-dead-breaths,

Take heed to that kind of Homecoming

For Malicious is the trait of thy guest”

Sluggish sultry smothering realism dawned 

Quiet as feather, savoring the wind's flow

Lulling my awakened conscience to sleep

Callousness, malice, egocentricity, apathy

That's the sieste’d humanity is in thrall to…

***Sieste'd- Enjoying an afternoon nap on a hot day ( World is at peaceful rest 

                         when its hot and burning everywhere)  

      Shaitan- Devil

      HE, HIS - GOD ***


I am sharing this poem with dverse Meeting the Bar: The Unfathomable