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!
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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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ReplyDeletein between we have life..those last 4 lines are my fav
world thawing, achieving our destiny....
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
ReplyDeleteWe're loitering on a furious sea
ReplyDeleteThe 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
your words take me to Krishna and His Gita....death is like changing the worn out
ReplyDeletegarments...Self (Atma) remains unchanged...the poem is so thought provoking Panchalidi...
Your poem certainly makes us feel the transience and fragility of life! I hope I will be remembered for a few good things though.
ReplyDeleteI had to check on the art on my pocket knife... yup there was grandpa :-)
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Nice lines. Yes death is inevitable. The earlier we come to terms with this fact, the better.
ReplyDeletea subject which would usually turn stomach into knots, but your words are very optimistic.
ReplyDeleteSo true.. the road we walk ,, only one end... and what's beyond we cannot say.. better walk the roads we have here....
ReplyDeleteThis poem has weight and gravity........and then a touch of humor with the closing word. Smiles. Good one!
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your writing so much!
ReplyDelete"One day everything will come to a standstill
ReplyDeleteLittle will be left beyond our ashes-"--- So true..loved it a lot..I wonder, than why we fight among ourselves and for what?
Death - where everyone becomes equal. Rich or poor.. Yes, this is an interesting poem, with some great metaphors!
ReplyDeleteThe world thawing? I imagine that as preparing the world for something new. Quite intriguing. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteIt's a very deep poem. You've made the unimaginable imaginable.
ReplyDeleteI like the image of the plain spreading out as death, the waves passing us toward it, scrimshaw as symbol. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWe are all on a death row
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