[ 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
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dost
this age is very problematic. u cant hold every thought so its comes out through pen ...
who says soul cant die ..
i m the witness...
touched me ..
I am contemplating of writing
an obituary apt for the occasion-
the death of a Soul
-My Soul
good one ...
yar pata nahi do type ki feling de rahi hai ye poem ..
ek taraf to ye exterme philosphical thoughts de rahi hai to ek taraf kahin tooti saansoan ki boo aa rahi ..
jaise
i m witness of glorious death of my soul
ek ajeeb si feel de raha hai aur uske baad ki lines like
infact more alive than it ever has been..
says somthing else..
maza aisi hi poems hain jaise bhi padho jab bhi padho naya matalab nayi baat...
best work till date mate...
i love the topic and so its in my fovroite list .. i m printing a copy dost...
aur agar tum dukhi they is poem ko likhte waqt to have my words
dard ka charam hi param sukh hai
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