Death has its own charm
Not the thoughts of another world
Or the joys promised therein
It is just dropping the burden of guilt
Or the craving for love
And, experiencing the calm buzz
Of a motor that has just been switched off.
Note:
The first line of this was throbbing in my head from early last week. I kept adding and deleting lines to it, not wishing it to have negative connotations. And, yesterday I came across these lines from Yann Martel’s Life of Pi, which gave me the impetus to finish it:
The reason death sticks so closely isn't biological necessity – it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
3 comments:
Excellent Paresh. It has come out really nice and nothing negative. Life of Pi is a beautiful, I hope the movie is good too.
Enjoyed...
Paresh...very well written.... love the feel of the poem...reminded me of one of my favourite poems from school days... a poem on DEATH by John Donne...which I have pasted below..
Keep writing :)
SN
Death
DEATH, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.
From Rest and Sleep, which but thy picture be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go--
Rest of their bones and souls' delivery!
Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die!
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