It's hidden between weeks of the calendar,
it waits for that tick of the clock.
overhears a conversation that never took place.
Sometimes it overlooks the victories and remains silent forever.
What they wish,
What they need,
is your dead soul prized on their shelves
Frye, Frost, and Angelou failed.
Failed to teach that,
Death is too easy to be an option,
try saving a couple of breaths for your loved ones.
The Zodiac pendant around your neck,
dozen rings choking your fingers,
just because if you can't,
Your mother still has some faith left.
Maybe, live for her.
justified past deeds,
drowned and drenched in regrets,
they often argued, "Why recognition in heaven comes with a paycheck?".
I often wondered,
If I should have told them that,
Death has its own sarcasm for your karma. -ayushi - 2 hours ago