Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Death Of A Soul

[ My first attempt at poetry in English. In 'stream of consciousness' style, of course, for any other style is beyond me at this stage.]


The Death Of A Soul


The vultures have gathered
hovering over-head,
waiting in eager anticipation,
obviously, of a death
But 'Tis no ordinary death
'Tis the death of a Soul
- My Soul!

Who says a soul can't die
It can. And it does.
And I am the witness..
The living witness
of this glorious death
the death of a Soul
- My Soul

The body is intact. In fact more alive
than it ever has been in the past.
Just that the soul is withering away
moment by moment, ever so gradually
And all I can do is watch in silence
the death of a Soul
- My Soul

And as my soul melts away
into nothingness right before my eyes
gently, slowly, but steadily all the same..
I am contemplating of writing
an obituary apt for the occasion-
the death of a Soul
-My Soul