Destination

Certainly not

 

Certainly not
I’m certain

About the certainty of

My destiny

My life after this life

As I am to pass,
from one life to the other.

Certainly not

I’m certain

If I get a free pass to heaven

Or to perish eternally,
as part of my damnation.

Certainly not

I’m certain

Of what may happen

Today,

Tonight
Or at the end of
Uncertain tomorrow
Certainly not
I’m certain about
This and all.

Certainly not

I care very little
And bother them all
The world ends
When one dies
And the life
Does not begin elsewhere

Uncontained
It always begins afresh.

Uncertain

I am not.
Certainly
I am not
Uncertain
About my end
my destination.
My body lying on the table
and doctors to be
digging deep into it
To know the secrets of
Nature
I tell my face to wear
a smile for them.

Ouch

 

It could last few more days,

May be weeks

Or few years

Or some decades.

Your magic can work.

You can pile up the heaps of wealth

And increase your coffers.

We have blood running
And rummaging through our veins
And it could appease your thirst
still for some decades.
But one day,
And that day will be the day
Like an ordinary day
The sun in the sky
The clouds hovering leisurely
Wind blowing sometime cold
And sometime warm
The birds in the sky
Twittering to teach the nestlings
To pick the music of life
That day, our tired bones will
Will weave a cage for you
To encage your spirit
Your neck will be in our hands
and
The noose will be tightened
So hard around it
That you will not be given
A whiff of air to
Breathe.
Your lungs will be made
Forget to expand.
That day, will come
Surely that will be the day.
The evening will be golden
the morning glorious.
The birds will sing for us.
You know what it means.

Tale of love

Tale of love

 

Tale of love

 

What made you miss me

As mate, O, my moon

A star spangled sky

I spared for you to swim

And float as you may wish

But you seem to have cried afresh

I find it evident in the dew

On the faces of innocent

Flowers, that do not know

What has passed between

You and me, yet they cried

Because you cried

I called the wind

To blow dry their faces

Oh, my, me, wind

Carried it away

And make them blossom

To wither in the evening

Each of them has his own

Tale of love entailed and

 trailed with a sorrow end.