Rest In Peace.

"Arushi Ahuja"
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To rest under the heaps of earth cast by my very own,
A tear awakened the dying seed into a ponderous flower,
The weight of many a years hurled gently on my coffin,
And now I can finally rest in a wholesome heavenly bliss!

To rest under the salty waves of the beautiful blue sea,
Tossed aboard by my sweet children when I could no more be.
To be nibbled by the colourful fishes scaling across the oceans,
To wonder the deep mysterious seas and finally ride the currents...

To rest upon a pile of firewoods stacked neatly below me,
To be put alight by my very own son in tears and weary.
To rise up to the open skies like a furious dancing flame,
Finally flying free from all the burdens, fears and blames!

To finally rest in peace wherever I may be,
Tired from a long journey through unexpected realms,
To not breathe and not move, and not think anymore,
To not be scared or sad neither happy nor sore!
To just be,
FREE!

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Inspired by Eugenio Montale's poem "To Rest In The Shade" at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!
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Also shared with Poet's United for Poetry Pantry!

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

16 comments:

  1. Just amazing and really" death' is not the ending, it is the beginning of new freedom!!

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  2. I specially admire your opening verses, to rest upon the earth, peaceful at last ~ To just be free from all the burdens looks like a good passage from life to another kind of life ~

    Thanks for participating Arushi and wishing you happy weekend ~

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  3. Nice. I really enjoyed reading this. It makes death be the beginning of something else, as all things are.

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  4. Amazing images of burial and peace, to rest--to finally rest. My impression is of a Mother who has never had a day off, how she is released more beautifully than life itself.

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  5. Such colorful beautiful writing...I love how the opening starts similar to the piece I shared...speaking of a seed. :)

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  6. the idea of death as a doorway to freedom is built up through various faiths...the last few lines add joy to the thought of death...so well written Arushi :)

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  7. So many ways of burying...sadness for those left behind...but so true that at last the deceased is free. Lovely presentation here, Arushi.

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  8. An end is never really an end.. and just maybe to be nibbled by fish is the bliss of an end.. to some extent it's like going to sleep

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  9. i would love to have my ash buried by a tree and give some nourishment as it is growing... smiles

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  10. I resonate with this view of death as flying free, especially apt from a woman who flies the skies in her earthly life. Cool write, Arushi!

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  11. it is nice to finally arrive in that place of peace...and rest....
    after a long journey...

    good to see you

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  12. Love your idea of death being doorway to freedom...and I think, eternal peace too... :-)

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  13. I like the perspective of your poem, someone who is already dead reflecting on death. There is sadness but also expectation in your words.

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  14. Oh my, I love every bit of this!!

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  16. Beautiful piece.
    Enjoyed reading this :)

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