Mercy and Mend

Who said the dead only die? Who said death never lies? For this is no more about just dying but about having stopped living. No more about not breathing but about having stopped feeling. No, not about cuts and gashes aching but about them having stopped healing. Routine without any meaning and about dreams left rotting  This new death is about existing without really being.  Who said the dead only die? Who said death never lies? - Soumita Chakraborty

No battle field hath seen a scene more ruthless This mind of mine cradles wrath and madness It sobs alone All alone in the wreckage of defeated senses A warzone I repeat 'tis a warzone! Of riven ideals and bare control Of a twisted heed and a beaten backbone I clash and strive and toil as the war rages on Good over bad or corrupt over pure Vile over right or triumph over failure It's still a long way for the fight to cease. Are you too a comrade of the fall? Weathered from the world But understand gibberish? Fallen and nurturing a sanity feverish? If yes, welcome to the psyche's war zone, mate. Welcome to the psyche's war zone. - Soumita Chakraborty