JUST ABOUT DEAD

“When I leave from hence let this be my parting word that what I have seen is unsurpassable.I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus yonder that expands on the ocean of light and thus am I blessed,let this be my parting word.In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him that eludes all forms.All my living body and limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch-and if the end comes here let it come-let this be my parting word.”

When the streams of ideals that flow from the east & from the west mingle their murmur in some profound harmony of meaning,it delights my soul -the religion of man.

-Rabindranath Tagore

ASHEN

Its eerie in here,
Mystical , cruel canvas.
Painted in black & hurt..
Tainted with wrath , tainted with thoughts.

Vultures swirl,
Circus clowns cry,
Lonely chapel bell rings,
I walk through lumps of dead.
Dizzy , cruel canvas.

White blood flows,caressing my feet…
through the wilderness,I chase the smoke…
Run , faster , Till I yield. Till I fall.

The chase stops. The flow stops.
The ringing ends.The cries’ die.
The canvas is white

” I ” – DEATH

Dicomfort , I weave within me
Choked & abused,implicated.
I pray, I know I have he who doesnot exist
As the only light that burns
No one I can think.
No friend
No foe.
Not my own even.
I wish to quit…..hv mercy..
I wish to kill & drink.

I don’t.

Stopped by an untold force
Stopped by an unheard word
Cursed as I feel
Stopped by an empty conscience
Stopped by what? I am still to search…I search
All complicated and contradicting,all prevailing
Still plain,unscathed.

My body feels heavy,my heart numb.
So self obssessed.

No choice but hold.
This too shall pass,
I try enjoy the abusal,
Killing a small part
At the cost of an experience
Some new found knowledge.