death – Arnab Mukherjee

Zombieland

the death of the dreams in the hands of corporate slave drivers

Vultures circle overhead, a life was once at stake, Perpetrators run amok, Now a murder in their wake. Eviscerated granite corpse, Bowels strewn hither, plagued by maggots, in poisonous ether. rooted down by nails, as a ship ran aground, vocal cords shredded, they scream, utter no sound Medusa was pursued, She returned the favor, aContinue reading “Stench of Death”

The Messenger of Death

The wind stops, the song dies, In the distance, an infant cries The rusted windmill, creaks and turns, While civilization, in my hand, burns Look yonder, o’er the hills you’ll see, My gun, my sword, my steed and me, The barrel smokes; blood drips down the blade, The steed foams and struts in the banyanContinue reading “The Messenger of Death”

Prompt Sunday#1: The Masks

The prompt for this week: Close your eyes and think of one particular object in the room you are in. Think about it for a couple of minutes, open your eyes, and write about it without looking at it The Masks Sunday 11:30am I moved into the new apartment today. Finally, after a hectic day ofContinue reading “Prompt Sunday#1: The Masks”