We are the Zombies

Roads all up and down

Twisting and turning and flying all about
There are tail-light rubies ahead and head-light diamonds on the right
Approaching and passing and over-taking

Highways of metros, never-ending

No intention
No destination
Just rushing past
Running past
Aimless
Directionless

Catching up with who knows what

We all pursue something invisible
Drunk on ambitions and aims, unquenchable

Just zombies zombies on the road

Wild and focused and bewitched

We were told

To run, we run

We don't know why

We don't know where

Run and pursue an expectation

And if achieved...

We don't know the intention

When we run aimless, we live
We never reach a destination
We don't know what to believe

We can't stop
We can't think
We are ruled by the rules

We have no free will

Fulfilling a collective thought
No dream of our own
And no direction
We are the zombies zombies
On the road

We just run
We just rush
We don't know why
We don't know where
Just zombies zombies
Of the system

Zombies
In an urban fantasy
Zombies
With no brains
Zombies
Zombies
Zombies

Deep in my Soul, I dance alone

Not always, will you have

Happy thoughts and sun shiny days

Not always would there be

Chirping, singing birds and glorious mornings

Not always will you receive

Welcoming smiles and big hugs

Not always, would the laughter echo

Not always would the people stay

But also, my dear heart -

Not always, would it pain so much

Not always would the night be so long

And the darkness so dark and deep

Not always would rain hide your tears

But always, it will make the whole earth smell divine

Not always would the sun set in the sea and disappear

Because always, it would rise out of the sea next day

Not always would it be so hopeless

Because always there is a new dawn and life goes on

Not always would the quiet nights instill fear

As always, Nature's music would rise to a crescendo and then back again to a lullaby

Not always would all this pain stay

Because always, the only constant is change

Life would be incomplete if we didn't have our own passions and faiths to turn to when things get crazy.

My existence would mean nothing if I was not blessed with my writing skills and my love of music and books.

I read to divert my mind from all the drama.

I write when it all just piles up too high and starts to suffocate me.

And when I simply want to forget,  I switch on the music, switch out all humanity and dance alone till all pain and fear and hurt dulls down to nothing.