Ashes

from the ashes he rose only to see more ashes around him...

he walked past the crying souls,

he walked past the lying souls,

burning souls, waiting souls

queued up for leaving their heavenly abode

all alone, wondering where are their living souls

men in white with no faces holding the appearing souls

Reaching at the egress of the last faith

he walked past more men in white with no faces treating the crying faces anguished faces, deserted faces, hopeful faces,

inside the dome of existence he

gazes at his heart weeping with his impression in her palm,

she looked so helpless, so desolated,

he looked around the chamber only to see more dejected faces,

he gave a last heartfelt gape to her n walked back...

back to the ashes from where he rose

walking past the crying souls, the lying souls

burning souls, waiting souls

queued up for leaving their heavenly abode...