The Twilight Melody

The last notes of the melody were still echoing,
Once again the twilights had witnessed a fall,
The calm nightly breeze epitomized the grim-reaper,
Of the six lifists, two lived to tell the sorry tale,
The third of the crowd lived but not to be seen again,
On the sixth hour of the night, death came calling,
Thats when the fourth of the six proved his loyalty,
Only to be too late, Number five was already gone,
The alley lost company as soon as the scuffle ensued,
On such nights no one cared how and where home was,
The same time the sixth of the six tried call home,
One last time for her to call for help, all in vain,
That was same time the phone rang, the sad melody.

Breach of Death

He sat there deep in a gaze,
Pursuing dreams while wide awake,
His precious final hours, daydreaming,
After marrying and later divorcing the books,
He had got his dream job where he never slept,

He now believes he's the author,
Of the life that he's about to lose,
He has authored other people's books instead,
In their hearts they lack words to express him,
But this role of a model is coming to an end,

I pray that his books may prosper,
More than his life given a second chance,
With every word he could feel the quill dry,
Page after page he watched the paper fade away,
An unpublished book.He died a very lonely man.

..Still in their Midst

There are steps now the son has taken,
Where they lead, i want to know not,
Those i have betrayed are lost forever,
In slow strides i want to the ease pain,
I'll hide in their midst till you come,

There's some poetry i don't read anymore,
Where the passion has gone, i crave to know,
Those uninspired have sought dead legends,
In poems now i want something greater than hate,
I'll hide in their midst till you come,

There is a road that i don't use anymore,
Where it took us, is a memory that haunts,
Those who tread it call it the love street,
In utter days i pass by,hoping to see you,
I'll hide in their midst till you come,

There are some love games i hate to play now,
What they taught similar to the art of war,
Those few familiar with it say its forbidden,
In this puzzle of love and lust, am lost alone,
I'll hide somewhere in the maze till you come.

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