Dazzling through the lights that
surround me like vultures
eating and tearing apart
the parts of my flesh,
a burst of pain rushing through
my nerves
forbidding the
string of thoughts arriving at my destination,
I yell with pain
And cry for help
Then suddenly
Something strikes me from inside
And it all gets over.
A truth
A philosophy
Whatever it may be
The next moment is going to take
All away
And there will be no more pain
And no more cry.
The end of my struggle
The meaning of my existence
All have an answer in one.
Whatever I do
Let it be right or wrong
It doesn’t even matter
if I win or lose
the winner is already
knocking at my door
I fear to open
I tremble to answer
It has always been there
Mocking at me
when I dress like a hero
feeling sorry for me
when I try to break it open
it has pushed me
several times
and asked me subconsciously
the answer has always been the same.
There is no escape
I know
But this pain is too addictive
Its all going to end in a fiasco
But still I want to be the soldier
The time will come
May be it has already come
The question is ready
This time
it will not wait for my answer
The door has been broken
but the task is still undone.
“are you ready?”
It asks for the last time
And carries me far away….
2 comments:
Dear Siddhartha
This is the poem of the real beginning. I had been waiting for the resounding echo of my own experiences in someone's else. My long-felt need has been fulfilled. I have only one word of caution. Fiasco is a very conditioned word for any kind of experience of death. It might be true for the false worlds that we construct around ourselves but it is not a good word for the fundamental desires that we have potential to unleash. Dear, you are entering into the inherent invisibility of true swabhava.
Hi Mohit,Thanks for writing something on the most unsaid phenomenon of our life. The Death, the most certain aspect, can come anywhere , anytime and can steal away our future. Actually,we live the moments of our life, and that are sustained by our desires. I think, desires are more powerful thing than the death, which stimulates us to live without bothering about the end. Actually only desires takes us towards the eternity.
The poem is very well written, i tried to express myself but i think, i could not able to do justice with the idea.
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