Grievances..

I am dead within my shell for long
like the crab which forgot to burry itself,
in the salty wet sand
before the sun drowned himself
at a twilight..

The foul smell emanating
is engulfed by many darkest desires
waiting for their turn..

The vultures need blood,
clotted or unclotted,
along with pieces of flesh,
pink or grey..

You have never seen that pyre
where I cremate my body..
You have not witnessed those shadows,
who wept on nights,
on my death,
the tears that rolled back in to an eye,
inside a silent cry..

You were sleeping another death at that time.

How could you have known?
the irregularities in my breath,
and the missing beats in my heart,
How could have you felt?
that invisible touch,
so cold in a hot body..

Those sighs broken on their ragged edges,
and sewnback together in patches of incompleteness,
How could have you heard?

I don’t blame you for being blind,
deaf and dumb,
in a collateral and coaxial cluster,
where , the correct order of the sequences is,
from above to above or below to below
and right to right or left to left..