One Beautiful Face

I walk alone with a plastic bag in my hand
I am the sole survivor from this ocean of sand
No name, No face; Just a mission is all I have
A mission for a world with no master and no slave.

I walk furtively with a plastic bag in my hand
The last day of my life does not seem to end
No fear, No sweat; I just wait for the moment
The moment when the world will begin to foment

I stand alone with a plastic bag in my hand
Smiling faces roaming all around this fairyland
No fear, No anticipation; Just smiling faces
The world will come to know when death embraces

I stand still with a plastic bag in my hand
And she appeared like an angel from the wonderland
No fear, No anticipation; just a heavenly face
I knew, A few minutes and there won't be any trace

I stand dumbstruck with a plastic bag in my hand
I ask myself, WHY ? WHY ? I just dont understand
Fear, Confusion and a feeling of love I feel
I begin to run for a place where no one dwells

I stand without my plastic bag in my hand
TV goes live on a blown up deserted land
One dead, None hurt; with relief the reporter said
I was happy; My death was worth the feeling I had .

Evening, 5.30 pm

Rapid beats of drums
Claustrophobic by my emptiness
The flower blooms

A geometric absurdity
Shot by a dose of painkiller
The uncertainty looms

Cryptic messages speak
The secrets of placebo
And serendipity of perfume

The telephone rings
Handicapped by the silence
My coldness fumes