WAGGING TAIL, GENTLE WIND

 

In the  garden

Another evening is here

But not him!

The wagging tail of white! 

Now blowing as the gentle wind! 

GENTLE GOODBYE

Bougainvilleas !  

Red and white

Stay still! 

As the silence of the absent breeze

Spreads the shadow of death

What else can i say?

But a gentle good bye! 

SHADOW OF DEATH

Always beside me

And full of certainty

The shadow of death lurks!

Yet! Blinded and foolish!

I think I can wait for tomorrow! 

RED CARPET

Warm blood soaks the carpeted floor

A carcass slumps down!

A life lost in slumber

Now! Finally Awakening!  

SO WHAT

This and  that 

Full of fancy!  

I am great;  I think !

I am the best;  I know ! 

I stand above all;  I feel !

Suddenly!   

In the last moment 

As he draws his  certain sword

 Death says! 

So what!!

ANOTHER DAY OF CHANGE

The clear blue skies 


Just a few  clouds floating by 


The sun sets 


The moon rises 


The clouds too pass away 


Sitting by the window


As life around me changes 


The I in me wonders 


Will I wake up to another day ?

ROTTING BELOW

Assemblage of flesh and bones

Once rocking and raving

Chasing and craving

Seeking pleasure

Flaming desire

Marked now by a stone

The rest rots below !   

WHITE AND BLUE

White and blue

An ever charming smile

Shrouded now

By the mask of death  

Your sunken eyes

Once filled with life and love

Now opalescent and grey

Your absence

Deep dark and silent!

You lived to help!

And helped to live!

A mother you were to all! 

Yet, dear sister!

When a thousand ordinary lives still need you here

Why did our Lord take you so soon?

A MAN THEN

A  man then ! 

Loving and living!

Now  left cold and dead !

The heretic  says! 

when is it going to be me ?

FRESH MUD AND CROSS

The coffin has been laid down

The prayers have been said

The gathered crowd has scattered and gone

Left alone with the fresh mud and cross

Oh dear friend!

Why do you still spill a tear? 

SEEKING YOU

Seeking you!

I have given up all my hope!

I have wandered enough

Now I have grown old

Oh! My Beloved

Let me now die in peace!

MRITHYU

Every moment of my life; you are so near!  

Each and every moment!

 I even feel you breathing!

I reach out to you, to hold you in my arms

But each time you cleverly slip away

Oh Final unifier of all

Why do you keep evading me?

Friends we are from birth

Why then keep secrets from me

Hand in hand; as we stroll together

Through gardens and ravines

Time has moved us even closer now

Oh Dear friend! This journey of life is getting so tiresome

And I’m wary of your game of hide and seek

Oh!  Great friend Mrithyu (Death)

Take me home with you! 

NOVEMBER RAIN

Love needs no understanding

Death leaves no trace

The leaves that fall in autumn

Get washed away in the November rain

STARLESS NIGHT

Another starless night

Long dark and lonely

Staring blankly back into my eyes

Restless as I roll in anticipation

For death, dawn; or either

Oh let one of these

Stop this pointless ticking clock!

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!

PHANTOM ARMS

Shall I die today?

Die today in your arms

Die to all suffering

With this final embrace

Shall I die today?

Die today in your phantom arms!  

KENSHO

Smiling softly, I walk this garden path today!

As the flower withers; and the weed grows!

Blissful it is, to humbly know

When this moment ceases

I too will lie beneath the grass!

MARINATED FOR THE RAVEN

Oh starving raven waiting for this very day

As you esuriently peck on the reddened flesh off my rotting carcass

How do you put up with its rancid taste?

Is my flesh not bitter, with hatred for the people I didn’t care about?

Is it not sour with desire, for things I still craved?

Is it not hot with anger for the people who came in my way?

Is it still slimy with my covert selfishness hidden by my overt smile?

Is it not salty with my pointless pride?

Oh raving raven is there still enough love to make it sweet

As all my pomp and glory is now heaped up as meat

Oh feathered brother!  How could you relish what you eat!

WASHED AWAY

In the vicious whirlpool of thought

My drowning soul gets dragged away

In the overpowering stream of ideas

 My mind sinks to its demise

In this world of form and appearances

My deluded heart dies to preference

When the tide rises and the flood of death finally sweeps me over

What of me is still left to be washed away?