NITA B GEORGE

 

 

Sometimes,

The Dead Speak, Listen...

 

Today,

A

Few moments ago

I

Abandoned

My

Earthly prison.

My

Soul is still

Around,

Not

Wanting

To

Leave my loved ones.

How much

I

Have

Loved them,

Given

All my years

Of

Life

To

Them.

My

Body

Lies still.

Perhaps,

They

Will allow me

To

Stay

With them

For

A few days

More.

But,

What is this?

The

Pyre

Is

Ready!

They say,

"Let's consign

The

Body to the holy fire

And

Wait

To

See it disintegrate..."

Am

I

A

Nobody

To them now ?

Not

Their kind ?

Am

I

Just

A soul

To

Be

Driven off

Into

A

Cold, dark world

I

Do not know, Oh!

Am I...

Do

I

Not

Belong here

Anymore?

 

The Web

 

The

Spider has vacated

Its

Web

But

Left me

Hanging in it.

Everything had changed,

I too.

Happy

I was

Happy to think

I am a new man now

But,

When

Things happened

In

My life

Traditions

Reminded me

That

Nothing had changed

The core

Is still intact

And

I,

Continue to be a prisoner

Of

The

Web

Forsaken

By the spider...

 

NITA B GEORGE

 

NITA B GEORGE, a Post Graduate in English Literature from the Osmania University, Hyderabad, Telangana, India, is a published poet and a short story writer. Poetry in her springs from the heart. Down to earth experiences of life form the core of her poetic endeavor. It is said that nothing in Creative writing is pure fantasy, fiction. The bedrock of good writing is rooted deep in the day-to-day life experiences. Every country, every religion, every society and its social fabric, has its own customs, rituals, handed down to it from generation to generation. Therefore, the need for this ethos to be explained to the Reader. The poet's universal eye brings to frame these idiosyncrasies he inhabits making it possible for the reader to participate in the poem. Nita B George enjoys penning poems that trouble her soul, and, poetry, the balm, soothes her ruffled emotions.