Long time has passed
and longer time lay ahead
Long is the seasons of life
and longer the tenor of death
Long remains the relics of memory
and longer river of desperation
Long is the list of desires
And longer road to liberation
Tag: death
Life and Death
The ephemerality of life shines
as he dines
through galores of food,
but alone in wood.
He has to accept
the burning fact
for which he is born,
laid on the path of thorn.
Can’t just see the one,
and rest none.
Have to act now or it’s never,
before the rising fever
Stands as monster, tall
before the fall
into the dark slumber…
Count the death number!
Where…XVI
Where death do not
spring a surprise.
Where death is just
a change in disguise.
Where death calms the
body as the soul rise.
Where death is a stop
over before refueling.
Where death redresses pain,
facilitates soul’s healing.
Where death is not a dread;
just an elapsing feeling.
Where…XV
Where society nurtures
not “the” hate, at least.
Where humans behave with
humans as humans, not beast.
Where death is equally scary
for the inflicting, the deceased.
Where will the wonderland
of my holy dreams be,
where my “country” arise
to a new dawn but free,
where the shine spreads
from the blue (sky) to the sea?
Where…XIII
Where bullets ripe the
body, also the soul.
Where fear of death
engulfs not one but all.
Where the duty stands
before the weak and tall.
Where fields are “green”
with films of blood.
Where death is not glorious
but in unceremonious thud.
Where cannons and shells speak,
rest all are fused dud!
Where all wars are fought
for a noble cause as they say.
Where exaggeration of victory is
painted over trepidation and dismay.
Where will my destiny lead
or will it be my last fray?
The day I was reborn!
A day like another.
The unusualness not so unique.
Nothing to mark out new.
Strength dead in sinew.
Life seemed to be dragging
The future looked bleak.
The goals were not defined,
Nor were steps aligned.
Time would be running short
But no one to kick
So was the motion slow.
Lacked the luster and glow.
Moved out of the office
Or was I a freak
To be so late.
An important date!
The bike stopped at signal
Heard screech of brakes
What I remember now is:
The cold-dead death’s kiss.
Was I ignored by Him
Or an encounter as fake
Whatever it may be,
I lived to see.
This day and many
More shall I make
Before the curtain is drawn.
Till then, the game is on.
The day I was reborn!
HearT SpeaK 