suicide.

trembling hands.
nerves on end.
a collective shiver.
down the spine.
of one and all.
it comes and goes away..
with streaks of blue and black.
welcomes us all over again.
with wisdom lines.
red and green.
the bane of every teen.
here,do sign, Mr.Iyer
and there ,Mr.Patel.
do you see what seeds
of silence and tranquil bliss
your son's sowing?
whack whack.
and more.
words.
leave him wiser.
none the more.
only the softness of guilt on his buds.
retreating into darkness.
a bleak dark wall.
he plots his revenge.
by nightfall.
the synchronized breath
hits his senses.
wrenching it away from him.
an instant.
no cries. suffering.
then.
it's over.
icy little scales.
and blue veins.
cold.a mad pulse.
the blanket of regret all over.
and a laughter.
full of pain.