The heart rending wail from the floor below Found its way into the corridors of my mind, Echoing in my brain long after it subsided. It was Munna’s mom, who died that morning,
As drastically as Jigjri’s son lost his life to cancer, As rapidly as Anju’s husband left for a new voyage Some days back leaving their families smaller. Death seems to be lurking with his scythe in hand.
We all cried as much for the departed, as for ourselves, Recognizing in each departure, our worldly attachments, To those with whom fate has knotted our lives, memories Of which cannot be washed away fully by death and time.
Death is a finality, as bare and stripped and true As our own birth, and of every living thing on earth. We copiously mourn only the seemingly final departures. We die a thousand deaths with a heart still pulsating.
Often, it seems there is as much life surrounding death, As there are slices of death in our living-breathing world. These come in heaps of hopelessness, and drowned dreams As we are borne away, with each and every breath of life.
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The tears were walking along with laughter. My face was roasted. The fish-men were moving the political wheels. As the chaos was widening, the humming birds started to depart. And the seeds were catching fire from anonymous snipers. The candle
To conquer my desire, I chose to battle alone. Armed with hope, Strength and courage Holding weapons of determination and perseverance Struggled, fought till the last blood sheds But.. Lost!!!!Defeated!!! People say “Life is like licking honey off a thorn”….Yes
Upon the land far away is something different I dare say the look of sandy beaches and palm trees are set on top of flowing sea reeds where in that distance of the land is something different seen at hand