Lines written at some distance from a funeral pyre…

Lines written at some distance from a funeral pyre… long poem

He goes to the gods in flames – alone
An existence crumbling
Under the weight of its own shadow
A universe contracted to itself
A part has now become the whole
But,
Was he just a body or a soul?
Is it the end or a new beginning?
Is he happy or is he sad
What would he say if given a chance?
What would he do?
If god of death doth gives him a chance
Will he choose to exist as before or choose to be free?
Like a carefree bird flying in this incessant sky
Who knows it and who can say?
What life is?
Who can reveal its’ deepest mysterious
For his face been lit by a dreamless rest
Enveloped by a brilliant smile of nothingness
A miraculous peace surrounds him
Making the assembled gods jealous
For they don’t know
What it is like to be free
Perhaps,
He is laughing
On the insanity of those crying
And trembling the earth with their sobbing
For,
Beyond every beyond
There is still some residuum
– Thee I call life
But here we are
Praying death to not cheat us
To grant us that one last chance
To let us say those words which we
Always wanted to say
But could not
To relive moments
To say we care and love
To do, to act
But death holds us from the head
It heeds no prayers
The final emancipation
The ultimate reality had dawned
The cycle of life repeating
From being to non-being to being again
What is life than
But a craving for ultimate freedom!
For in the shadows
A beautiful death lurks
– to set us free
Free my soul oh God!
Make me free.

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Swathi Rao
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Reflective!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The gods assembled are jealous, and you beseech God to set you free. Surely, @meghdutam, you have arranged the celestial beings in their proper hierarchy, merging Mythology and Theology. Your concept of Death and the hereafter is very reassuring and encouraging. I would not exchange that for other beliefs.
Well written.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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I must confess that I have taken a fascination to your worthy poem, @meghdutam And in the context your reference to “the gods” and “God” at the end of the poem, should I construe that you have a special assignation attached to each one? “The gods” of Mythology are many in contrast to the only one “God” referred to as “Divine Providence,” “Almighty” or “Supreme Being” of Theology. You have beautifully delineated the circumstances surrounding death, rebirth with the rhetorics about the end or beginning of life. The human soul seems shackled to imperfection under any religion that it must struggle for freedom by repentance or rebirth, as the case may be. As for the gods of Mythology, they are subject to hierarchical impositions. That goes true in Roman, Greek or Hindu. In Nordic Mythology, “the gods” are even under the foreboding of doom that eventually, enemy forces will overcome them. But not “God” spoken of by Akhnaten, of Egyptian monotheism, the Elohim of the Hebrews, or the Allah of the Mohammedans, or Jehovah of the Christians, and even that One alluded to by Einstein. I also pray that God may free my soul.
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Meghdutamji, thanks for replying to my query, and by it I have gained more knowledge on the subject. As I took the liberty of giving some review on your poem, may I have the pleasure of knowing why you departed from your poem’s practice of calling the deities of Mythology “the gods” while reserving the title “God” to the Supreme and Omnipotent Being at the end? Allow me to say that of God, for despite efforts by the human intellect to contemplate and discover, we only intuitively know little, if at all. Meanwhile, the mind has frantically resorted to polytheistic definition of that awesome Being, Intelligence or Consciousness, however you may call It, thereby personifying the various attributes as separate entities, now numbering by the thousands. And therefore, would it only seem proper to use only the capitalized form “God” to refer to the supreme One, as we are unanimous on the existence of One Absolute Reality? Science could no longer ignore the power that started everything into existence. Or more blatantly put, despite all the theories and suppositions, it still could not explain the beginning of the Universe, that a God, or God must be dragged into the equation.… Read more »
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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When discussion comes to the origin of the Universe, all therein and outside—-as there are still multiverses, as surmised by many theorist, there can’t be anymore any authority on the subject. But Science and Theology agree that there has to be a manner to end and start the subject. Just how everything started, and how will the end be like could be anybody’s guess. The popular Theory of the Big Bang speculated many details that has to contradict the laws of Science itself, to be possible. The Theory of Creation also collides with the scientific dictum that “matter could not be created or destroyed.” And that is not to mention that there is God at the beginning to start with. The Big Bang is somewhat running parallel in the assumption that the explosion started from a Singularity—- almost the one God of Theologians. The main idea of the Big Bang is “expansion” but in order for a thing to expand it must require additional materials from somewhere to acquire bulk. So something must have pre-existed. And still other cosmological models for the development of the Universe are met with the same handicap. And any loophole in the theory will be… Read more »
Chandrama Deshmukh
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@Meghdutam @Reyvrex_Reyes
It’s not often when the comments on a poem open up a new world altogether. I have been following up on your thoughts one after the other and let me tell you, the references you two have been making takes me to Google every now and then 🙂
The poem resonates with me (as a piece in itself) for these are like my own unsung thoughts I could never word. But the discussion you two are having here goes way further. Thanks for triggering my curiosity to explore the depths of Mythology and Theology. I am at it 🙂

J.rid
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Now I was held with the poem and I had an answer straight off, so glad I took the time to read all comments, a true learning curve will start for me—but now to my thoughts straight after the reading of this beautiful poem and all its concepts—-simply if one had no beleif at all they would be free.
Thanks for sharing this delight

J.rid
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Good morning Meghdutam you are so correct. Thankyou for taking time to answer me.

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