26 May, 2011

Swallowing the rising smoke

I'd want it to rain,
on the day I die,
not heavy rains,
only a light drizzle,
on the day
the body'd be burned, the drizzle
vapourising the burning
wood, swallowing the rising
smoke, diluting the tears, sorrows
and longings.

And when the sun rises,
there'd be no reminder,
no ash, no bones, only
a mark on the time gone by,
leaving me free to soar
up in the sky,
for peace, for truth, for love,
alone.

8 comments:

  1. Omigod..!!! Amazing..This poetry reflects the path of your Spiritual Journey..:):)..!! specially the second paragraph.Loved it..Keep penning.

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  2. beautiful...and also reaffirms your vision of an afterlife. I like it!

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  3. Oh this is just so beautiful, such a spiritual peace and it feels more serene than sad gorgeous

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  4. Thanks for the encouraging comments! :)

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  5. Beautiful! I like the whole concept of washing your life completely clean.

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  6. AnonymousJuly 24, 2011

    Thats a beautiful and so neat. Good one!

    Hema
    http://hemarao.wordpress.com

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  7. leaving me free to soar
    up in the sky,
    for peace, for truth, for love,
    alone.

    time is done. why yearn for more?

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