In Retrospect...
The sun shines on my face
As the rays provoke my eyes to gleam
The chirping of birds and the sound of silence,
Lull this mortal body into a dream.
Who am I but a lump of flesh
Dominated by a heart and a brain
Why do I live when one day I’ll rot,
As each part of me is a perishable grain.
One day I know this flesh of mine
These vessels, skin, blood and veins
Will wither with time like an old, old oak
Suffering a loss it cannot refrain.
My life is a coincidence or was it planned?
Like an irritating crossword it puzzles me
Is death a coincidence or has it been thought of,
Or is t a process to set us free?
What is a soul, is another rider
Like a nagging thought it nips my brain
Is it the conscience that speaks to me,
Or as mythology suggests the holy flame?
What is it I wonder that binds us together?
In a united force during times of strife
Why is it that in every companion
We try to listen to the resonance of life?
posted by Kunal at 3:24 PM
3 Comments:
Interesting!
Good mix of visual, rhyme, and wisdom!
...And frustration, life, struggle, etc too!
Its sounds like a quest to know your existence, its as rich as ever, truth be told, its a wonder this body, this life, these unexplainable feelings. Like my soul were gleaming in my hands.
so born n brough up in the slums on calcutta and then shifting base to the drains of kanpur i must say Its sounds like ur quest to know your existence.....screw u jerk... ur poems suck...
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