Corpse Bearer

I weep at the glory of my defeat

For I now know I was born to shed tears

I walk softly carrying the coffin of my expectations,

For inside it is the corpse of my dreams.

Happiness is an elusive bitch,

Which refuses to mark its territory,

Or hound those who pass by!

She rather sits alone.

Knowing very well she is needed,

Her pride stops her from coming near me.

So, I too gave up waiting on her.

I won’t create my happiness either,

Cos its already dead and on my shoulders.

I would rather bury it…

Or better burn it,
And then spread its ashes in the river.

May be then my tears might stop,

May be then my heart won’t beat this fast.

Maybe I might get back the joy my feet miss,

And then walk as if I own this earth.

But until then weep I will

For there is nothing more glorious than facing defeat

Have you even carried your own dead self?

Have you moved even a tiny rock with your stress?

To lose a bit of yourself

To see that joy in you being killed

To surrender to the murderer without any remorse

That takes courage, and that’s where my glory lives.

It’s funny how the corpse of my happiness,

Is no longer a burden on my shoulder.

For even though I carry it alone

The weight is less than that of a feather.

Perhaps this is what happens when life leaves us,

For with it goes our dreams too

If you be such a burden happiness

Tell me why we pursue thee!!