Wednesday, March 3, 2010

So the six feet under………

In the flesh of time,
A life might seem to be going underground,
Behind the curtain of world,
Lying beneath the ground..


This might just seem as a ritual of life,
Epitomizing life’s surrender,
Making people outside remember,
There is death, if there is life..

The departed never knows,
Near the grave what blooms??
Remain unaware of the fact,
That his presence is always felt..


Sometimes, way of expressing got different ways,
Like putting a flower near the grave,
Or the silent tears remembering all the memories,
While passing thousands nights being all awake..

It’s the presence of the late only,
That his soul now lives in our body,
As in each moment of life cherishing each memory,
Those make us laugh and cry..

His absence is a symbol,
Exemplifying the voyage of life,
that death is inescapable,
so one should live each moment,
how placid or cacophonous may it seem
try to make it exultant and enjoyable..


One never know, when the moment,
Bringing death as gift knock the door,
So better beat all your dreams,
And if sometime, you have to shout and scream,
Then do it, because they are your dreams..

Near the tomb, wind blows,
But not always cold,
It’s the wind of time,
Always telling the departed one,
“in every bit of time I m with you,
That’s why each season, I pass through you
And I have not forgotten you……….”

The blood spilled over,
Make one face the fear,
Of the taste of DEATH,,,,
It makes one terrified,
So sometime that person ignore the body lying beside,
Because he has seen death, which he thought would never arrive..


So the body six feet under,
Is unknown of the fact
,
That in each sunshine, rain and thunder,
His absence is always felt and he is remembered..


copyright aditi kochhar

PS: This poem was written long before(2007), (Blogger posted it now due to some conversations that were discussed among friends...and Blogger felt like posting it with a motive of pointing out the positvity out of the word "grave", a word that brings fear or sadness along with it!! )
And sorry, poem is bit long and sometimes, it even miss the on going written format of a poem, so kindly ignore it and read it, just to feel the theme of the poem

4 comments:

  1. The blood spilled over,
    Make one face the fear,
    Of the taste of DEATH,,,,
    It makes one terrified,
    So sometime that person ignore the body lying beside,
    Because he has seen death, which he thought would never arrive..

    So the body six feet under,
    Is unknown of the fact,
    That in each sunshine, rain and thunder,
    His absence is always felt and he is remembered..

    I luvd these LINES...
    awesome ...!!

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  2. lines from the 'grave' where these are taken,
    leaves reader of this post a little bit shaken.

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  3. @Yahya: well, okz, but I guess poem speaks the postivity out of it ..and lines taken from??? Didnt get u

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