COFFIN CRAVING

Bedridden by the roadside

Wounds dripping, sores rotting

 Unnoticed! Ignored!

Even by the compassionate passerby!

Less restricting than this weary life

The silent comfort of a coffin!

Oh! My aching soul craves!

CROUCHING BY THE COFFIN

Gathered around the wreathed up coffin

Crouching wearily with aching hearts

What is it friend, you are crying for?

With life’s ups and downs; and a sudden abrupt end

Hasn’t all suffering too, finally ended!

A long tiresome capricious journey

Having finally ended with peace !

Yet, why is it friend, you still lament

Is it the despair of abandonment?

Is it the pain of separation from attachment?

Is it the hopelessness of an un-imaginable future?

Is it for the departed or the un-departed self ; you shed your heavy tears

Weeping and loathing; in self-pity; self doubt and self insecurity

Aren’t they all centred around the illusion of “self”?

In the concept of life and death; there is no permanent label

No label of self, life, or consciousness

As all things ebb and flow; so will your beloved!

And sooner or later you too will!

For in the flux of vanishing phenomena!

Blessed is every moment!  Blessed is every moment of life!

Blessed is every breath, including your very last! 

So listen, dear friend! Rejoice and wipe your pointless tears

Rejoice for the life of your Beloved

Rejoice for the moments you lived and loved

Rejoice too, for the final resting peace!

SHROUDED SKY

The world is my coffin

The sky is my shroud

Ignorant and soulless

Otiose , I wander

Still proud of my walking corpse !