DEATH-CAN'T YOU WAIT A BIT MORE...?

Death o thy deeath,Can't you wait a bit more?
How many immatured lives did u take?
How many claims went unnoticed?
And those who craved for you...
You kept them waiting--selfishly,cruelly.
you are the inevitable,the absolute one.
Still you come--uninvited,unwanted.
Can't you see those faces?
Those faces praying for your absence.-
A bit more,perhaps some more time.
Can you see those tears
dried up between the eyes?
And a hint that many are still in store!
Here is the son who will lose his guide
The wife who will lose her entity.
The relatives who will lose their beloved.
And you!!you will claim just another life!!
Oh death,O thy death,I request you
Can't you wait some more time?

Comments

Anonymous said…

Sorry to hear abt ur grand pa .... may his soul rest in peace..
--rich

November 28, 2006 7:08 AM

richa said…

THE BEST OF SOUMYA SINHA!!!!!!!

August 14, 2007 12:00 PM

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You travel - Through unknown stations, passing empty paddy fields. over quiet rivers that rest beneath you. You bring a lot of earth along, And smell of mud, fish scales and trains. You whisper and scream, Put your nails in me, occasionally call it love. Other nights, we make peace. Strangely at dawn, When the Sun rises and you see me sleeping, I hear your whisper, you travel ... ... Deep inside me.

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Wish I could be a cloud one day I will love to be grey if its you To whom, through whom I traverse. Transparency is optimum; For I know you are unattainable like the sand escaping from the fist like the meaning assumed from the gist. look, oh yes, I can rhyme too. If you wish I can artify our world. Inspiration never needs a permit. You had asked, Why do I vomit blood. Interruptions in dreamy un-realism doesn't suit me. I know. So I write. So that I can breathe you in and breathe dreams out. Live long, you had wished. (Wished), did you? honestly? I will let it pass like just another Failed attempt to face reality Finds itself en-route to contamination. Oh! then what is pure? you may ask. Purity is not you, not me, but us. Purity is the way verses traverse. I will vomit to death one day. Do not pray for me. Pray for my poems who are quiet. Let them borrow my breaths. Let the poetry for us live. (And the footnotes conclude:) You - a miser in love Me - a happy lender. SoUmy@

Of Ecstasy...

Beyond the horizon lies the gray that rests between your feet, delicately. Waves ripple and glide past the footsteps, Silently washing off your prints afar, Uncomplaining in tender reverence. You raise your arms as if to embrace the sea. I see twilight, I feel air gently hushing by. The crimson Sun is at its last breath And caresses you with quiet blessings. As your innocence reflects upon the gracing Sun and the soothing sea I stand mute and mesmerized... ... Oblivious of the rest as the triad touches me And I cry, just. SoUmY@ [p.s. -> This post of mine is inspired by the picture atop. I thank Jennifer for letting me share this. And this piece goes to Angel . ]

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