Mourning

Wanted to begin the year with a happy poem but this is what i got instead.


The shutters came down, the candles were blown
the flowers dried up, in their vases unknown
She was clad in a gown of gloomy black
her beauty hid beneath a veil so dark

It was raining all day, with thunder that stay
as if the sky knew that he had gone away
Sunshine stayed out of the room so dim
shy to intrude in the acute grief within

People came, shed tears and went
leaving the grieving widow to vent
her grief and memories of days spent.

Their words and hurts, many did repent
speaking in subdued tones that lent
a sepulchral quiet to the air's teary scent.

As a week passed, the shutters came up
the flowers were changed, in their vases arranged
the noise of daily life resumed
and the sun,with its warmth and light entered
the room,driving away all the gloom
but the widow sat alone, as in a reverie
visage vacant, lament latent!!

Poem: Turning Back

note a typical depressive poem of mine because of the fact that the speaker returns to life...prefers life to death


Oh, the dark,lurking depths ,forever inviting
with their soft palms curling, tempting,
A dark veil , a curtain, impassive, opaque
Shrouding the wonderous world of light, evasive.

I saw my pains laid out open, sorrows staring,
reflecting from the dark, ever encircling abyss
and ventured to give them away, entomb them
by trusting my weights to the depths that lay.

I took a drop from the dull , stagnant bulk
and gave it life, blowing into a soft froth
I saw all the hues that took life from my breath
swirling bright, mixing playfully in the bubble light.

I turned back,shuddering, walking away
from where cruel doom, lurking lay
back to where the swirling colours beckoned
back where my life had frozen, embalmed.

And back I went , not turning back to gaze
while the depths lay, forever inviting!!

Poem: Weightless

I stared in fear at the dark gloom
the calm waters with their turbulent depths
and saw,staring back, a loser's face
beckoning from the menacing black

I take a plunge into the icy cold
and could feel thorns on my flesh
but i go deep, down and down
weighted by my guilt

I reach the bottom, the end, and
laying down my weights i move up
now my sorrows lie buried in the secretive depths
while i float high above
on the peripheral calm, weightless, free!

Epilogue

Once you leave the third world your space further expands and you enter the fifth dimension ...the dimension of thought...here you are not only confined in the axes of space and time but also on thought....as you move into further worlds your space expands further and further until you get absorbed into the energy that makes up the universe.

chapte 5:

now things were getting slightly clear......
so i was in this new world where i live till the next guy turns up ... so i am not dead but i am just on a journey......a journey through worlds ...a journey through time ...
but muck as i like not being dead i would have liked the old notion better.to lie in my grave and see myself becoming part of the dirt....being eternally etched into the world..i wuld like to have roamed around the world as a spirit...so that i could atleast be the winds that brush past the face osf my loved ones...

so, i have cleared whatever wrong notions i have previously given...this is death .whether you like it or not....and i got to be going...i have a whole life to live out .....

chapter 4:

" ok. so what happens to me now....and where is God?'
he actually laughed out at my final question

"just another wrong concept of yours...what you call god in your world is just the you in the higher world...in that sense i am your god"
"to go on....you can stay in this world until the guy from your older world dies and turns up here. you take my space.. i am going"
"where"
" i dont know .just like you didnt know where you were going after you died i dont know where my next space lies....."
where exactly is this world?why hasnt it shown in our space searches..or is it that far out in the universe?'
"much farther than you can think!"
" if i travel at the speed of light....even then i cant reach it...( i couldnt help showing off my prowess in science.this guy knew a little too much!)'

"the speed of light is too slow....you have to travel at the speed of thought to get there....you see this world is in the same place as yours ...but in another time sphere....so infact it is close by in temrs of space but far apart in terms of time!"

chapter 3:

He had an air of assurance and calmness about him that immediately put me on the edge.....I somehow had the feeling that he knew more about me than i possibly knew..and i found it very uncomfortable. He asked " i gather you have some questions to ask me !"

"well yes " i stammered (how did he know?)
"go on"
" well where is this place and what am i and what are you...and now that i am dead what is going to happen to me....?
" well this is an intermediate world of sorts where people like you and i confer on what our next move is....let me give you a standard explanation....first of all i am sorry to say this but whatever you have been writing in your books is a bunch of lies....( i knew this guy was my nemesis...)....well once you die you dont roam around with nothing to do...haunting mansions and the like...instead you move on to the higher world...."
"hold it.....what higher world?"
"well, there are three worlds ...to be precise three worlds that i know of....your life is a journey of your soul through these worlds....once you die in one world you take birth in the next world....you have currently come from the second world....just like you have me in this world there is another you in the third world ....as soon as you died , he took birth in your older world."

chapter 2:

I am here to do what i couldnt do when i was alive.....answer a few questions on death.....during the course of my narrative you are bound to be overcome with scepticism...but my only assurance is this...you will find it to be true once you die...

After days of pain in the hospital bed , constantly hearing the nurses confer in hushed tones and conclude that they'll lose me....I felt a sudden weightlessness....it just felt like someone had connected a vacuum cleaner to my body and was sucking out whatever was in it at a very high speed......as my vision dimmed i felt like i was travelling through an endless tunnel like a gusty breeze....and there was a blinding light at the end of it ...and i somehow seemed to know that it was there that my destination lay...I was moving up but not exactly moving in the sense that i was so fast that things around me remained stationary....and then the bright hole suddenly popped up on me ...."so this was it ", i thought, " i am going to heaven (naturally i was convinced that the bright light was heaven)...i will see God soon.".....i was sucked out of the hole and emerged into brightness to see me staring at...not God definitely....I stared in stupefaction at myself .....infact i was smiling at me and calmly nodding my head as if asking me to come to me....wait this is confusing ....i ll call the 'me' in heaven 'him'...he was smiling at me and asking me to go to him

story: I am not dead

July 13th, 2009

The famous scientist and writer Mr.Stuart passed away in the morning following a sudden attack....his last words were ...."I have been chasing death in vain all these years , in the hope that I might answer the biggest riddle on earth...now the moment of enlightenment is near...the answer has come to me!".....Mr.Stuart has published various books on the soul after death and was one of the strongest supporters of the theory of life after death.......


You have just read what newspapers published on the eve of my demise...now i'll carry on the story from here....