Red Is Your Illusion

191 10 1
                                    


Red Is Your Illusion
By @ArkaMukhopadhyay, India

Here, in this old body,
Once anger built his home.
Here, a bullet once cried for mercy.
Now, it just dilutes into 
Fractured fragile memories.
Here, it remains as a scar.
Those smiley faces from bald walls
Now fades to void spaces.
All the games are played for now.
All the laughters and winks
Have paid the price for being sad.
Now, after all these years, 
He can feel calm, as he smiles.
No more tricks are needed
For these dead ones.
The past is to be enclosed now,
Inside this warm red box.
The evidence is about to
Be burnt into cold ashes.
Then, it was a time of darkness
It was the days of despair.
They butchered the lambs everyday,
"Tyger, tyger", they cheered.
But now, from the deep blue sky,
The shadow of the devil
Disappears.

The 'Mentalist' AssociationWhere stories live. Discover now