THE HUMAN ANVIL

Tag: meaning

  • The Dance of the Dying


    I am here in the now
    Without a why
    Or a how
    Leaning upon this thought;
    Who am I
    And belong to what

    Is this world the same as me
    A life made alive in memory
    Of being a being without a voice
    Free to choose but without a choice

    And shall the death be all it take
    To make me cease and never awake
    And to not know what all this meant
    If the sinner in the end is same as a saint

  • The Onus of an Asylum

    When they with no fingers
    Point at the blind
    For not calling out the deaf
    Falling behind
    The mute they shall say
    That this is the way:
    We paralysed people
    Walk everyday

  • A Little Like Living

    What if the world is a secret
    Whispered around
    In search of a treasure
    Never meant to be found?