Truth of Life !!
As soon as we die our identity becomes a "Body". People no more calls us by name they just merely use phrases like " Bring the body", "Put the body in the graveyard" etc.
The people who never loved us or cared about us when we where alive but on that day they come to see us with flowers and tears in their eyes and sit near us. Throught our life we crave for love, affection, care, good friend etc which we don't get often but on that day we get every thing together. Even when we were alive and the people who has treated us as an enemy they also become friends and they cry for us on that day sitting beside our grave.
On that day people don't even call us by our name whom we tried to impress throughout our life.
So, when we are alive we should use every cahnce and opportunity to spend money on the things we love, laugh till our stomach hurts, dance even we are bad it, pose stupidly for photos, be a child-like, help others, be happy, be positive and self obsessed, never talk bad to others nor think bad about others.
Moral: Death is not the greatest loss and hurting thing life as we think it is. The greatest loss is when life dies inside us when we are alive.-
The Tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we live."
जीवन की त्रासदी मृत्यु नहीं है, बल्कि वह है जिसे हम जीवित रहते हुए अपने अंदर मरने देते हैं।"
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Pitch Black
(A Terza Rima Sonnet)
You see, true love used to live here before,
Her magic touch made this poor house a home;
I then messed up and threw her out the door.
With her, I flourished like a seed in loam,
Now I flounder like a man in the dark,
Much like the brother of Abel, I roam.
My life now is the dead of night—pitch black,
My despair could fill an entire room.
Now, I don’t care how; I just want her back.
True love only, can lift this stifling gloom,
I see now, the folly of jealousy;
Forgive me, my love; stay this coming doom.
And I will speak not one more heresy,
I will do naught to harm our chemistry.
© Pendullum
Adapted from SONGS FROM THE HEART-
Sometimes accepting reality can be unrealistic,
It will break you apart , it will drain you down.
But eventually it will build a new you,
The strong & the bold YOU!!
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I think I may have overstepped my boundaries again,
Touching what doesn’t belong to me,
Opening wounds, that are closed and healing,
Digging up buried things from the cemetery of my soul,
Seeking solace from a shoulder that turned cold on mine,
Reaching for the hand that’s long let go.
I guess I was too greedy,
For that, I’m sorry,
So tell me, how many graves must I dig to bury everything that died inside of me?
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Lost
I'm standing here in the cemetery, right in front of my mother's grave. She's gone now, moved on to the other side. It's been seven long months since she left us. It's a sad feeling, one that never really goes away. Every time I miss her, I find myself drawn to this place. It's like a ritual, a way to feel close to her again. Today is one of those days. The sky is overcast, matching the heaviness in my heart.
cont...-
A Girl Without Her Mother
Maa, there's not a day when
I don't miss you.
Your touch on my face,
Your tight hug when I got frightened
in the middle of the night.
Your struggle to put me to sleep
by singing lullabies.
Your waking me up early in the morning,
Your feeding me with your hands,
Your combing my hair,
Your running after my school bus
To give my signed test notebook.
Your cooking my favourite kheer
When I won a medal in sports.
You left when I was too young to understand
what it would mean to live without your presence.
Everyone says I have to fill your place.
I have to take care of the house,
I have to be the mother to my brothers,
I need to comfort my family and wipe their tears.
But who do I tell I miss my mama and
I'm in excruciating grief.
I wonder if you also miss me
When the night breathes!-
The frozen cadaver of her in my mind,
Freezes the time
While sending chills through my spine.
That crawls in the depths of my darkness,
Destroying the dreams of destiny.
Locking self within the illusion of time,
Failing to realise the absoluteness.
Now as a wandering Soul
Have lost the reason of life,
In the moment her soul left,
My life froze with her burning corpse.-