The Life of the Living Dead

Living bodies dead souls;
Trying to find a purpose,
Trying to set goals.
Misinterpreted the meaning of life;
Then shut themselves from the world.

Tried to keep a leash,
On the demons bred by their fear;
Their conscience a patient of the disease,
That sucked the joy of life,
Rendering their souls lifeless.

Oh !Those
Living bodies dead souls,
Trying to find a purpose,
Trying to set goals.

Not that they tried to seek;
Support from around when;
Their hopes started to fade,
Optimistic thoughts were bleak,
But to no purpose ;as the world around went past them.

Wandering souls in the dark they were;
Walking without a ray of guiding light;
Contained within themselves;
Suffering & rotting inside, with their hearts soaked in plight.

The Returning Ship

Behold the sailing ship that comes crashing to the shore
Few eyes shine like emeralds as they walk through the sand content to the core
Others with wrinkled foreheads wonder if they could choose to stay back
Some with silver hair and some have their hair jet black

Few grains of sand fill hearts with pride
Few sink them with regret
Few sparkle so bright they blind the sailers with doubts
Few go back to the ocean to give a base to the next fleet

The old white bearded man welcomes with open arms his eyes giving off a white hue
You shall rest for a while and take the trip again if you wish
But this time be prepared to see the grains of the rocks you threw
While you were in the ocean with the sailing crew

The crew disappears in the white hue
The old man waits for the next fleet
To see the emerald eyes and wrinkled forheads again
The former get eternal peace the latter take the trip again