Fear

People often ask me why do I write poems of Death!

They assume I must have a deep rooted fear inside my psyche.

I cannot say I am not afraid of Death. I think every one is .

I a mature individual there is always an element of that inevitability. But there are so many things in life which are inevitable . Are we afraid of them as much as we are afraid of death ? no , I suppose not. Here comes the question of Predictability. Death is predictable. Its only a matter of time. You fall in Love. Your beloved says " shall never leave you,never never" And you believe the permanence of your love. And then one fine morning ..You see love is gone. Was it predictable ? Apparently no , but that happens. and then next time You have Fear. You take your important exam . You have a Fear. Fear of failing or not doing as well as you expected, A child fears missing her mother.Worker fears losing jobs, wife fears losing her husband. Fear is every where. wherever there is expectation there is fear.

I expected and I had a fear

Its an old age SERMON : Do not expect. But all sermons are remotely related to reality.

I believe Death is predetermined. Death is predictable, Death is irreversible and irreducible.

Death has no alternative. The medicine men play some beautiful expensive game with life. Life is impermanent.

So I write poems with this in my mind .

Right at this moment I am alive. My beloved in the past extended my will to live. That surprisingly was my FREE WILL a predetermined free will. This inspires me to write poems on

impermanence of life. Simple is int it ?

Iraboti

The day I called you "Iraboti"

You whispered

Iraboti...Iraboti..Ira....Boti.

I could hear

dewdrops in your voice,

almost inaudible.

And that was the day

when you moved away.

You had an ocean to go to.

That was the day

I was crucified

like christ on the cross.

Nails of rejection

were both polite and impolite

Jet black sigh,

The fragrance of the ocean

The burnt umber blood stream

all wait

for an infinite darkness

For the resurrection.

The magic and me

Umar ki rah badal jatey hai,

wakt ke andhere mein insaaan badal jatei hain

Sochtey hai aapko itna iyad karey ,lekin

aankh band karte hi irade badal jatey hai.

courttsey : Roughsoul