Bereavement

Is this for real or a waking dream?
What was once has ceased ...
I draw the curtain and make the bed.
Putting the memories to rest in peace.
Decorated and garlanded with the best of flowers,
Whilst the smell of incense conceals the stench of grief...
Death, so beautiful! Oh death, so divine!
The breaker of egos, the crumbler of dreams!
None sheds a tear after going through the obituary,
Not a shoulder to carry the last remains!
The world is selfish but death does not discriminate...
It will come for the pauper, the begger and the King!
As I embalm the corpse of deceased emotions,
And gulp down the wine of wasted tears...
Your coffin, of the finest teak wood is ready,
I hope you enjoy your journey to the next realm...

Transcendence

Lying beneath a million stars

gazing into infinity...

my existence seems so miniscule

like a grain of sand in the beach,

that's never been touched by the sea...

but somewhere down it consoles me...

that the heaviness in this heart

is as ordinary as my existence...

You're just another grain of sand in the periphery...

And a million like you shall scatter away..

like dust, be blown with the wind!

Its time to breakaway from these strings,

that hold us back in this prosaic world...

Search for that tranquil sublimity..

And tune in to the rhythm of the universe...

The only thing of permanence

of unrivalled transcendence.

Remembrance

After the storm has blown away the mask,
and made your lofty dreams to fall..
The silence slowly fills the void,
ensuring that you can't recall...
The midnight chatters or the bitter coffee,
or melodies from the otherside
That familiar smell lingering in the air,
or that gentle stroking with your hair.
How will you escape those reminiscences?
when they chase you down through your slumber,
each sense stimulating a familiar  emotion,
Those ardour passions that you still remember!

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ODE TO A DEATH FORTOLD

Another leaf falls from the ailing vine
As she counts the days left for her last sigh..
Icy polar winds cover her meadow
Like a shaman buries the remnants  of death
After a ritual of perpetual  abstruseness
Even skies fail to extricate the reason
Behind the ravens denial to soar high..
Or the silence of the stridulous owletts
For three consequent dreary nights..
Grief comes in installments my friend..
Never too much for just one time!
Like a little vile from the serpents fangs
In diurnal doses renders one immune
To the foreboding pain already anticipated!
Her bed creeks and reels under the burden
Of the chains of guilt  carried since decades..
Now too heavy to be borne furthermore..
Thus, murmuring her last prayer to the lord
She stares at the weak and incapacitated vine..
Which once bloomed luscious green with life!
Like her smile that once won numerous hearts
Now fading away as the last leaf falls....

FADE

Faces lost in albums, and all those silent wars!

Too late for a settlement, please don’t caress my scars!

I have bundled up my belongings to move so far away,

Where your thoughts shall not linger and I’ll be gone astray!

The flames of love that burnt me also got me reformed,

I rise from my own ashes to fight against these storms…

Don’t expect me to shed tears, for my eyes have run dry…

I have left no reason to mourn; I have lost the mood to cry!

I only hope you don’t regret the choices you have made,

I only wish you would try to reach me before I fade….

THE KITE

I was flying high in the summer when the sky was clear

The blues reflected in your eyes..No place for grief, no place for fear!

I swayed along the western winds, spreading my multi-color wings.

The joy that filled up your heart when you played with my feeble strings!

You may hold me up in your hands, but for how long?

The strings attached to me aren't that strong!

Right now it may be playing along dear,

But the next minute be snapped and gone!

With the coming of the winter when dampness shrouds my skin

I’m too frail hearted to spread my slender wings!

The mists blur up the vast sky that I once so proudly reigned,

While time devours my vibrancy and all my colors go faint!

So I lay secluded and buried in a dusty corner of your room,

Someday I might as well be swept along by your ruthless broom!

Be crumbled and tore into pieces one could hardly count,

And never shall I see the sky, for my existence will be doomed!