Mad Slumber
The human
civilisation
Rampantly speaks
of stories of deaths, miseries and emotions
With
circumvented anxieties, sorrows and painful indignation.
A state of
happiness
Is of course
very hard to experience
And elated
delight is beyound,
whole life
passes as if it’s a horror show
All around us
are in a mad slumber,
There is no
glimpse of satisfaction
Worry, suffering
Sorrows, despair and madness
Seems to be the
stories of humour
We can't
possibly understand the real meaning of life
Never endeavour
to move inside which is spirit
Once in a while
if a conscious man is born
Society, in deep
sleep lose temper
By administering
a cup of hemlock, we kill Socrates
We hang Jesus
Christ.
Are we in
profound trance?
We are lost in
deep sleep, even we forget our own existence.
A Wrapped Sky
Whenever the sky
is wrapped
With a shadow of
death,
It is but
evident that a cry of despair
Oozes out
because of some blind faith.
The impelled
agony kills one out and out
From within the
self
And no option is
left than to weep or yelp.
This takes one
to his trances
And force him to
behave abnormally
With a total
disturbed mind
The soul opts to
console itself unusually.
It cannot be
asked
As to where lies
the wrong,
For no one has
an answer to it
Even the stars
can't hint any suggestion.
Although this
yearning of souls
Continues
unanswered and indeterminate
The tit-for-tat
theory escalates every one
To avenge the
unwilted shadows of death.
Yet no one knows
why wars are fought
That returns
only sorrows and sufferings
One gets
suffocated
On studying the
bones of peerless sages in hollow texts
And realise
That only the
painful memories remain as dividends.
Why can't we
then embrace love and sympathy
Instead of a
disrelished hatch
And wish all
along
That death may
extend a polite catch.
The Dreaded Fear
It is indeed
true
That every
breathe on this earth
Is shrouded by
the dreaded fear of death
Each with one
terrifying wreathe.
A thanatophobia
occupies every mind
In every second
well ventilated across
To embrace the
harbinger of own end
Unwanted and
unwarranted most.
Yet the
inevitable death
Knocks at the
door gently though avoided
And never allows
to scoot.
Everyone loves
to escape death
Practicing many
a professed theory
But Alas!
Any myth or the
history
Never confirms
it being achieved
Even in multiple
entries.
Death is no
doubt
The ultimate end
of life
One’s mind, work
ambition
And the world he
already built or proposed to build
Ceases with
death beyond his notice.
Immense
attachment in bear- hug
Over and above
the earthly propellants
Of love and
passion,
Pains the
immortal soul
When one fails
to differentiate life and death
Are but two
sides of the same coin.
Better if one
tries to understand death
And overcome his
vices
With
inexpungible practices
So as to live a
life
with serenity
and composedness.
When Death Devours ...
Right from birth
till the last breath
We live the span
with teachings of love and compassion
Sing the rules of fraternity
And come over
the violent emotions.
Our dreams
create hopes in us
Beyond all
possible confusions
We calculate
every second our loss and gain
Yet not explore
the reasons of miseries and pain
We try to
immerge on the floor as a successful warrior
Even though the
cruel death knocks at the door.
Death devours
all the mutants of life
Leaving no
option to realise
Whether or not
life is but a pleasant journey
Or if life and
death are unsolved mysteries
mutatis
mutandis.
RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA
RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA: Born in Odisha in
India has received her master’s degree in ' History ‘and 'Journalism and Mass
Communication' from Utkal University, Odisha. She is a teacher by profession.
Being a post graduate in ' Environmental Education and Industrial Waste
Management ' from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a
Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues and human
rights in remote areas through non-governmental organizations. Poetry, Painting
and Journalism are her passions.
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