Tuesday, December 27, 2011

...Life and then next

Death is inevitable & known
But it comes as surprise
to even the most hardened hearts.

The first death I encountered was in the 4th grade. A classmate had met with an accident. I didn't know how to feel about it. I still don't know. Didn't know when my dad's step mom died a few years back. Or when I saw bodies lying on the railway track after the Bombay local train bomb blasts 5yrs ago.

To share somebody's smiles is easier but how does one react to knowing that a person is not going to be around anymore. The numbness, cold that creeps into your very being.

I am shy to shed tears. Awkward to console somebody on their loss. Some will wail, some sit quiet...lost in thoughts. Death brings us back to reality, the futility of things.

Friday, December 23, 2011

While the mind is restless and tired

I would be a paradox personified
Or a simile if you may
The mirror gives a different view
It is hard to see yourself as you are.

I would be confused
But so are you or maybe not
Ways of the world are mythical and confounding
Who are they, do they know?

I lurk in my thoughts
They lurk to know what is to know
I sit in the crowd
The crowd sits alone.

Life and Life is part of the search
The search has not yet found its path
I close my eyes, falling in the brightening dark
The colours spreading through the prism He holds
We have faith, wavering and steadfast

Selfless are they who believe so.