Sunday, April 06, 2014

Disappearance~



Death 
Is a strange reality
It is endless-
Stretches beyond
our human existence. 
Life tremulously steps 
towards this thawing pasture 
...that's the art of surviving!

Oh, I wonder where is that world?

We're loitering on a furious sea
The waves decide...life grows, gains age
It's a long, long wait 
One day everything will come to a standstill
Little will be left beyond our ashes-
The leftovers of life!
This icy world, is slowly thawing
We are all waiting for the fate
Destined…to arise at an anointed place
Scrimshawed!

shared with : Poetry Pantry

19 comments:

  1. Yes, we are all walking upon that same sea, with the 'waves' deciding our fate. We all hope to have something left after we leave besides our ashes, I think. I hope, for one thing, that my poetry will survive me. Another reason why I write.

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  2. death finds us all, ready or not,
    in between we have life..those last 4 lines are my fav
    world thawing, achieving our destiny....

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  3. If death is the end of one body,it augurs the birth of another body at the appointed place.The cycle is endless for mortals.Nice lines

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  4. We're loitering on a furious sea
    The waves decide...life grows, gains age
    It's a long, long wait
    One day everything will come to a standstill

    Man is not that bothered or that much concerned with how life goes. It'll only bother them in a crisis or worst at the death bed. Quite true Panchali!

    Hank

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  5. your words take me to Krishna and His Gita....death is like changing the worn out
    garments...Self (Atma) remains unchanged...the poem is so thought provoking Panchalidi...

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  6. Your poem certainly makes us feel the transience and fragility of life! I hope I will be remembered for a few good things though.

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  7. I had to check on the art on my pocket knife... yup there was grandpa :-)
    ZQ

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  8. Nice lines. Yes death is inevitable. The earlier we come to terms with this fact, the better.

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  9. a subject which would usually turn stomach into knots, but your words are very optimistic.

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  10. So true.. the road we walk ,, only one end... and what's beyond we cannot say.. better walk the roads we have here....

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  11. This poem has weight and gravity........and then a touch of humor with the closing word. Smiles. Good one!

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  12. "One day everything will come to a standstill
    Little will be left beyond our ashes-"--- So true..loved it a lot..I wonder, than why we fight among ourselves and for what?

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  13. Death - where everyone becomes equal. Rich or poor.. Yes, this is an interesting poem, with some great metaphors!

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  14. The world thawing? I imagine that as preparing the world for something new. Quite intriguing. Thank you for sharing!

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  15. It's a very deep poem. You've made the unimaginable imaginable.

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  16. There is always a mystery associated with the jouney to the next world, if at all. The more mystery there is to it, the more curious we all are. Very nicely written:-)

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  17. I like the image of the plain spreading out as death, the waves passing us toward it, scrimshaw as symbol. Beautiful.

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