The last few lines

These blood red rays of sinking sun
The forbidden buds dropped by rains
And dark skies that never did glitter
Invoke a sense that opens my memories
And let me feel the wounds are still wet
And deep, bleeding to empty my heart

Still trapped here, in these shadowy lanes
Where life is nothing, mere exchange of words
From all those hollowed bloodless eyes
Where words are caged in pages never opened
And where late always is the messenger of peace

Let my heart break and loose its rhythm
The rhythm of life, the silent music of love
And for all those sins let me pay with life
and be the poet with his last few lines

A poet with no more words of his own
A poet awaiting the one last train
Derailed from the tracks of life...