Conversation with Death

Conversation with Death short poem

And accompany me
To a place where you always wanted to be

The aches, the heart-breaks, the constant high and low
Mechanical existence, your mind is stuck in flow
Let’s drink the magic potion, and sleep in utmost rest
Give up the struggles, an ongoing ‘Living’ test
No there’s no paradise out there, but it’s sure better than here
When soul gives up the body, there’s neither chaos nor fear
You won’t wake up to dull voids, nor get dragged with time
It might feel strange though, to be free from all the mime
But accompany me
To a place where you always wanted to be

And yes before you ask, let me be true as I tell
You shall belong nowhere, neither heaven nor hell
Senses will be lost; you will float somewhere mid air
And all you’ve loved is gone; you have no moment to spare
Camouflaged in the universe, in sun, sand and sea
You shall be consumed by nature, from now to eternity
And what they have taught you through generations
I am none of that, you must believe
For I will take you beyond all tangible thoughts
In that one thoughtless moment you couldn’t live
So accompany me
To a place where you always wanted to be.

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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When poetry touches the soul, everything starts making sense. The inner world seems real and the outer one becomes bearable. When thoughts mixed with words travel through the empty spaces of mind, poetry happens to me. It always has been a mysterious force guiding me through. With two published books and one amaturish blog, I consider myself blessed to have started this journey. An old diary with think brown cover and an over used, end bitten pen. That’s where real magic begins! May you find your undiscovered meanings in my poems. May existence make sense. Even if just for a little while.
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A beautiful poem and the concept too. If that be death than I am no longer afraid
that I will miss any earthly thing.

Lawrence Chew

Chandrama! Thanks for the afterlife ‘invitation’ into the realm of oblivion! No heaven but then no hell either – just a calm ‘nothing’.

Johanna! Agreed! There’s nothing to fear! Indeed, I think of death as a good thing- it’s nature way of preventing/clearing up backlogs of all the lousy things we would otherwise do if we are eternal!
‘See’ you in the oblivion to come – and again share our poems!

shivaji pandhare

very good,what you dares to talk about death may inspire me to sit beside him as thoughtless and holding your finger of poem that wrote it. astoundingly infinite thoughts.


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