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Vellum – Shourye Dwivedi

Vellum

A yellowed plane of being

Is turned by a furious hand

As I dance from scene to scene

Running amid the world of yesterdays.


They shout out to me:

“Save us!” The scream

As a jeweled tear drips from my eye

For poor the unseen, unheards.


Yet we are forgotten,

Permanently tethered

To the plane

As the world about us changes


I look about the edge of infinity

Upon our world,

Like none before


And for the last moment I dance

For the last moment I skip

For the last moment

My heart


Feels joy

The old man of yesteryear – Shourye Dwivedi

The Old Man of Yesteryear

 

Tick! Tock!

Sounds the clock.

It’s whispering voice

Does multiply, among the halls

It’s taunt and malice, divide and duplicate

To fill the hearts of all.

It’s empty predictability

Does resign the sane man to death.

 

Tick! Tock!

Yet the clock,

Is but an arm,

To a greater being,

Whose foul impassivity,

Whose obsidian eyes,

Whose very breath,

Is misery.

 

Tick! Tock!

An empty knock,

and at my door was he.

I saw him then.

I saw his face.

His fleeting image is clean’d not,

By even the beauties of nature.

For they reel at his sight,

And they melt at his touch,

Deforming,

Into beasts.

 

Tick! Tock!

An old man – Look!

Crumpled as a killed spider.

His uncouth bristles,

Two shriveled hands,

A valleyed brow,

And eyes empty.

His breath sojourned,

He lies in the street

Broken.

 

Tick! Tock!

It takes him

Grasping with its talon’d hands

And the candle

Dimm’d to eternity

Quietly dissipates

And all is as it once was

White.

Cold.

Lifeless.