Waiting For The Last Ritual
The rain with its cosmic eyesKeeps knocking at the windowpaneTrembling with each stepsWith all her secrets in every drop, one by one. The evening was waiting for theMagical rituals....like secret manuscriptsFor her readers. It was dark like prison cells.Waiting in a row for the final sentence. The room was empty with the silenceOf the graveyard, except for the legacy of myAncestral breath. Bit by bit.Again, and again. Like the experienced leopards, Before the final hunt.Our time, Past Present and the Future aspirants,Like the prodigal epics of beliefsIs waiting for the last ritual. 17th August 2014