Oblivion

Moments after the dusk hanged itself

I lay awake all alone

Beneath the star strewn sky

Staring incessantly at them

I sensed the secret they wished to share;

I could fathom the depth of my own self

Though their language was alien to me.

They seem to be telling

That I am a speck in the universe so infinite

And my life just so insignificant

And so full of hitch and hatred

So full of blood and tears;

Yet, I wander amidst stray dogs

Rummaging for pride, fame and name

Peeling out every bit of shame.

And by dawn, the maid raked out

The scrap of I, me and myself

Along with the dead leaves.