A turn for the good
I think it would
lead to a road
very much broad
spectaculous and sound
impressive and found
a new life without fear
had cost a little dear
hope the rest would be peaceful
wish it would be great and wonderful.
Tag: Death
As years run in speed
the vision of death appears near
feel a full life has been lived indeed
it is time to pack the bags , my dear.
Recollections lead to a composure
the days gone were lively in a charm
wish to enable a foreclosure
could that not bring no harm?
Reliving the past is a task chronic
the agility has dissapiated
an enactment of the past will be ironic
as the energy has depleted.
Death stares at me for long
smilles at me with a satisfaction
I reciprocate with a song
set to music with a joyful reflections.
A little away into the street
hear a sound of a drum beat
so loud and upbeat
that being in a narrow lane
could see nothing from the glass pane
louder and louder the noise gains
seemed to strike the heart fiercely
the ears go deaf and lose their capacity
wondered what for it is?
with difficulty went past the crowd
saw to my dismay it was death out in the house
an old woman had died a few hours or close
the mourners engaged the drummers to beat wild
an attempt to scare off the devils in hide
got out fast unable to accept the claim
Is that a way to mourn a death? I acclaim
Well, superstition is in a flame
Stand aghast with a question who should be blamed?
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The Way It Goes.
Obsessed by thoughts
mostly of my ancestors
more of my grandmother
on the maternal side
these two days I dwell
gathering the anecdotes
told by mother in my teenage
a kind woman she was
short in stature
tall in thoughts
patient and stoic was she
been so quick in handling with tact.
The time of the inauguration
of her husband’s first spinning mill
which was the seed of his industrial empire
her two –
year old son died
she kept it within herself
never cried or broke down
lest her husband would be distracted
held the child in her arms
close to her bosom tight
the man came home stood there she sullen
with a warm smile all the more
relaxed he with a cup of tea
shared her grief with him
on one side was his commercial gain
on the other was his personal loss
prosperity and tragedy coincided
the wife who stood the test of times
did not stay long on earth
to see his rise and wealth
Well, that be the irony of the day
a paradox of the nuptials in stroke
comes to my mind the words
they also serve who stand and wait.
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Dissecting
Take away the adjective
it sounds too wordy.
Take away the gerund
it makes it continuous
Take away the article
it looks very sedentary.
Take away the thought
it does not cope well.
Take away all the matter
they give a different texture .
All that is taken away by the poet
only the poem is not found
this in short is a workshop
that destroys the originality
very greatly they call
for thick-skinned people
with that the skin is torn and left bare
the poem is nowhere to be seen 
repairs done without any retrieve.
Categories
Death so Near.
A priest of the temple
started the day early
special prayers in the shrine
as the devotees came in a steady stream
became busy with the activities
remained so till noon
He opened in the evening the doors
got into the routine
while he was chanting the slokas
felt uneasy and swooned
breathed his last
with flowers in his hand
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Being Born Have To Die
Sauntering up and down
with the frame of work
that be going in the mind
for a long time down the years
as how to complete the task
being nothing very imminent
but getting important
with the years advancing
as how to fulfill the mission
that not be very noble
holding no virtues
that of being born as a human
wish to be of some use to the community
not want to die
as one who was born
has to die a phenomenon
natural and practical too
wanting to be little different
as to be of little help to the people around
never having tried so far
now aiming to do in quick
not knowing what to do
sit pensive for long
deliberating the way to perform.
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The Way Out- Death
The death being an escapism
might it be an enchantment
that go without any propositions
it be a way out easily
leading to the doors of salvation
or to the portals of endangerment
death becomes a source quick and fast
where there be an annihilation
where thee be an extinction
where there gets in destruction
that of truth in a sense
being very hard to accept
be it not in disgust
we go about in life
living as we want
not sticking to the code of conduct
leaving it to the dust
grabbing that comes in the way
seizing that arrives by the day
not bothered about the creed
categorically drawn towards the offensive
if there be an opposition
trash them out with utmost savagery
painting that it be a suicide
posing to be down stricken
pretending to be sad and tormented
that be the deal exterior
where there be a rejoice in the interior
the counting goes on one by one
finally there would no water
there would be no water in the ocean
that would be enough
that would suffice to clean
the hands that has committed sin
not one or two in the game
but many and many more to come
thus taking the flight
not that of reason
but hopping on straight into the bandwagon
selling the conscience
bargaining the incident for truth
all for the sake of money
all the more for the reach of flesh
falling short of animals
that have a sense of morality
though being 
trapped with only five senses
whereas the man with all his faculties sharp
condemns the truth to a fault
and gallops over it in a trot
a game well-played and well dramatised.
The white ball
falling heavily without previous call
strikes death knell
The fluffy snow
could kill all in flow
with severe blow.
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A Hurried Run
Had a hurried run today 
going from one place to another
all enquiries of death
from a babe a year old
then a girl twenty-five years
finally a ripe old man 91-year-old
the little one came to the earth
for what no one knows
while the adult having to live
many more years had died premature
but the old man crossing the limit
having lived the fullest extent
having stayed very much over
breathed his last finally after waiting long
having suffered long solitude and weakness
The three give way to the schedules
that belie explanations and reasons
passing away in days of the week
emphasizing the impermanence
and the transitory effect of life
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