Tag Archives: Death

On Divorce

The rainbow made way for the gloomy clouds
The molehill unattended grew to be a mountain
The flowers of desire fell dead on the ground
Those assured happy endings, now, uncertain.

All night, the phoenix laments on
Clear about the ashes it wouldn’t awaken from
As the baby that is yet unborn
Haunts the two sheer bodies to which it belongs

As they look beyond the pigmented streets
Which they glided happily through
And the demons they together beat
They see nothing but sorrows, a few

Love, Intimacy, Passion, Commitment
What once was is now forever lost
Hurt, Grief, Anger, a lost infant
Enough to bring back memories paused

Beyond the rights and justice
Rumi’s field where they met
Now unknown to what lust is
They shudder and lose the bets

A little toddler unknown to this grief profound
Leaves for a journey homeward bound
Its parents now making all the sounds
In the holy waters of divorce they drowned.

My words strain to rhyme. And this kinda sucked. I agree.

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To A Grandfather I Never Knew

A half eaten packet of chips
Lies open underneath the old ceiling fan
A telephone ring at 3.30 am wakes us up
A few muffled voices and a quick hug to confirm the news.

A news broadcast and newspaper headlines
To replace the heartbreaks. A large obituary
And a necessary yet expensive funeral service
To distract the family from the extent of the loss.

Loud laughters and a small epidemic of flu
Saltless meals and joyful talks to replace the funeral blues

Yet, a sense of emptiness like a cancer grows
That empty wheelchair, those clothes, and that bed
Souvenirs of the person that was
Reminding of those tears unshed

Photographs and medals swelling up their pride
The hope of his being on the better side
The bedroom he was confined to for those last years
Where we had spent Summer nights during our childhood

Coming back to the city we call home
As cousins and siblings seperate
Big holes in our hearts-for him and the others
As we try to move on with our lives

No movies, no laughter, no trips that were long awaited
As memory of him fades, yet the guilt
Of not loving him when he was alive
Dwelling deeper inside our souls
And the impossibility of knowing him better fixates within

A stranger with an obligation of blood
Paroxysm of confusion, after death
Now his body ashes and bones
Yet pieces of his soul lives on.

The Bystanders

The Valley of Ashes
Scattered Bones, Stinking Air
Rats run about, on human carcasses
The Ghosts of Yesterday still afresh
In the minds of the veterans, sufferers
The memories too painful
Too kind, too beautiful
The faces mangled, bones broken
Flesh burnt, mind empty, life shattered
His hands and her legs
His eyes and her nose
Possessed by none today
Dug up back into the soil
Where it truly belongs

It was, but, yesterday, when the music blarred
In celebration, of life and love
When a sudden loud drum echoed in silence
Beat by that frustrated young man
Who got nothing in return for losing everything
And decided to end it all.
Killing them who watched
His sister getting raped and his mother murdered
As they stared as cold Bystanders.