DEATH
silently she came
she came to conquer and never left
riding through a tunnel filled with
grief of unknown souls’ shrieks
lest they ask for redemption
from sins, they never dreamed
snakes were hanging from the trees
snakes were crawling on the grass
snakes devoid of any venom
their shining skins were all I could see
brown, black, green and blue
their forked tongues concluded the horror
thorns protruding from the wall of my throat
and then..
she did show that wall of water
cascading down the slope full of algae
slipping down with the flow
I could see from where it originated
I saw her bulging arms
carrying me on her shoulders all this while
she was radiant and sublime
filled my heart with love and respite
now I knew how to move, how to hanger
and how to sew the torn dreams
she touched me with a feather
touched my close eyelids
touched the corner of my lips
touched my shoulders and my breasts
touched my heart with her fist
and then I felt the final blow
she squeezed my pounding heart so hard
made me fall on my knees
made me shudder with delight
there she was staring hard
into my eyes and my life
into every shelter I ever built
my last love my final abode
love of my life
my partner in crime.
…a poet wrote a timeless piece for a movie song … and that said…’sholon pe chalana tha, kaaton pe sona tha, aur abhi jee bhar ke kismat pe rona tha, jaaney aisey kitney baqi chore ke kaam, mein chalaa …’ …yes this also speak of the end to everything … every shelter, love, abode, love of life and life per se…
…but unlike many other poetry you wrote…this brings out the gory tale of spitefulness that the end can bring about to a playful and living soul …
…although inescapable phase but why should we look for the swan song…instead as always let us be together in exploring what it takes to move even beyond the end…
…that is where we can celebrate the end even…Robert E Svobodh speaks about ‘Aghori’ in his book titled Aghora … where he says that aghori have their belief only in death and they worship that…’coz that is the only undeniable truth which everyone would face …
…true that …this is the naked truth we need to come to terms with …but from the bottom of my heart I know I wish to see you write about life, dreams, love, love of life , abode here and how to internalise you are still to show us many more aspect about living…when we would have seen that…we shall also get to see ‘…her bulging arms carrying me on her shoulders …’in natural course of things…
…you are the blessed one Dearie Pritts and at a very personal level as in respect of your poetry…which I follow with my prose…I would also wish to follow your creativity, sensibility…WHEREVER … God Bless You…Pritts
…at times we tend to sound too prophetic …I was writing abt this in the night…and got to know that young son in law of my previous landlord breathed his last previous night…only if we all realise life is short …not enough to even make the most of it… 🙁