Mass Death

On the left, I store everything foolish
And on the right, my air bag has no life.
Is it me or my stupid insensible brain?
A path inclines and the other slopes down.

Foolishly strange, it has been for me
And wisest of animals they call me.
The biggest illusion is rising to divert
And still the fools like me believe.

Killing the air, I make way for death
And everyone seems happy for it. Soon
I will hide under the reflection of horizon
And even god can’t force me to breathe.

‘Does your brain work?’ asks the saint.
“Yes, a little more than before!” – my voice.
Fact- I don’t use it for you anymore,
A little had been more than enough.

Harder and harder it has been for me
To climb the steep mountain with thorns
Worry about the result, who does?
Let’s move down!

A sudden fall, near to death.
And the brain works on me again.
“Only the mass death there is on this hill.
Searching for life is more than a kill.”

-Nakul

He is not No-Body!

Lungs with black and yellow.
Heart racing rapidly to fail.
Liver stopping to heal itself.
And my head completely numb.

The dread and black city,
had almost covered me,
with the slippery tongue
and a hydrophobic body.

Intently and slowly killing me
from the inside and outside
with bits and small pieces
while I was trying to survive.

Attracting me with beautiful colors,
and the smell I can never forget,
I ran, ran harder, I did.
To fail myself yet again.

A fool I was and I realize today.
Addiction, not with food,
it was with the brain I see.
And my heart was failing.

And now I have begun
to care for my one friend
that never leaves until the end.
You are no No-Body.

Apologies, for almost killing you.

-Nakul