Rest In Peace.

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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!

Entropy...

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In a realm of denied truth,

Whizzing past the unreal,

All else failed in it's benign wake,

Nature has made a deal,

To slowly disintegrate,

And fall into nothingness,

To mutilate and fall apart,

In chaotic dizziness,

Whirling in slow motions,

Crisscrossing the random paths,

Unknown and secretively,

Helpless in chaos!

Slowly rising it may seem,

But only to fall,

For what started with evolution,

Must end after all!

Whizzing past the unreal,

All else has failed,

In the realm of denied truth,

Nature has bailed!

Written for Open Link Monday at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!

Disheartened!

A painting by John Godward!

Whirling in a storm of self created bonds,

Expectations floating past like a fragment of cloud,

Hoping against hope that it would be clear,

Today so close, so near, so dear...

Filled with surprise of reluctant pleasure,

Heartily disheartened and writhing in treasure,

Loving him for it was easy to love,
Than to hate such ghastly, soulless monster!

Unable to quench the thirst for riches,
Unable to leave him despite the glitches,
Unable to conquer the lust of his intimacy,
Unable to love his tyranny and treachery!

She whimsically thought of coiled rope,
And smiled as she wrapped her neck in a loop!

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I'm not quite sure I wanted it to be this dark but I finally finished this poem thanks to all the Garden dwellers!
Special thanks to Annell, George, Jim, Isadora, Helen, Kerry and Marian!
This is what I could come up with from my Poem In Progress that I shared on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads last Wednesday and got some wonderful insights!
Thank you All!
Open Link Monday on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!
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~Live Time~

Written for MindLoveMisery's prompt!
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Also shared with Poet's United for Poetry Pantry!

Mysterious crooked crone,

Wrapped in layers of tattered shawls,

Trudges upon the muddy road,

Makes her way to the wall,

Where I stood hunched and deeply thoughtless,

Not looking nor waiting,

Not working or watching,

Just standing there quite pointless...

I din't really notice her 

Until she was nose to nose,

And scared the living crap

Out of me and I jumped on my toes!

A bony harsh finger pointed

disagreeably close to my eye

she advised me not to stand around

And waste my precious time!

I shrugged and stepped back 

Then turned around and ran,

As her creepy shrill voice,

echoed ominously behind my back!

"You mark my word Dear child of God,

For you shall regret this day,

For some day there will be no time,

for leisure, work or play!"

So true she was, so many years ago,

Now I sit and think in my bed,

For time is just what is short,

As I await my approaching Death,

In despair, no leisure, work nor sport!

Ya'aburnee!

Tomb of Firuz Shah Tughlaq at Hauz Khas Village!

It's Death as I recall, a rather big surprise,

For few it's beautiful, just a change of guise!

For some a paltry fear of the approaching unknown,

Others a dreadful severance from what they thought their own! 

And no one wins over Death, It shall definitely arrive,

But when it comes darling for you, I don't want to be alive!

Ya'aburnee, no matter how painful it gets,

Old and crippled, yet all I fear is Your Death!

I know I love you more, and you've never loved me true,

For you have cheated too often, Death is how I pardon you!

Written for MindLoveMisery's word prompt!
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Also shared with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Open Link Monday!

On The Footpath!

Photo Credits: Jen from Blog it or Lose it!

Colours so many,

Vibrant hazels and grasping greens,

Dying on gravel,

Footpath of  several

Walking the miles to understand life while

Ignoring life itself...

The once green

Now multicoloured by old age,

Crisp and drying,

Crackling in heat,

Rich leaf discarded by her very own

Basking in pity!

Written for MindLoveMisery's Shadorma Photo Prompt!

Colour!

Kathakali dancer (Indian traditional dance) captured at Kingdom of Dreams, Gurgaoan.

Beneath the layers of coloured powder

Lay her ageing pale skin,

Dying with every fleeting moment.

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for Jen's Ghost Writer Post.

The Desert Rose!

A beautiful red rose left on my pillow in Hyatt,  Muscat!

I was a Rose and I grew in the desert,

Intense dazzling red in color,

Large were my petals and proud I was,

As I grew a beauty alone, much desired...

I cherished my youth for a few moments,

The wishful sighs of other competents,

I lived a dream many wish for,

An exquisite perfection much to adore...

My astounding beauty and luring scents,

The hollow joy of envied repents,

I basked in the warmth of the glorious sun,

I lived alone and cared for none...

And then I had a dream of a land,

So far, so distant, so calm, so grand!

There were crimson flowers smaller but many,

And frisky birds making merry...

Those fountains of water and endless rivers,

Those singing birds that gave me shivers,

They had friends, and resonant love,

They were what I didn't live above...

And as the time passed the dream became a Vision,

A lust, a hunger, a consuming obsession,

I tried in vain to achieve what wasn't mine,

The birds, the love, the water crystalline...

The pure, the untouched virgin beauty,

The mirth, the laughter, the abundance so lovely! 

Smashed my pride in countless pieces,

I drooped, I swaggered as I knew my vices!

I tried again to brag my colors,

All in vain, I could feel the shudders!

And now I stand again as before,

Alone, desolate, dying, ignored...

Can also be viewed in Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for open link monday!