The Obituary Of Death

Guys for once let this b the moment where the silence prevails.....and I quienten down for the Cold pangs of death to dawn closer to us......If u love it....pl leave a comment as to what u feel these words of mine are all about......I would love to hear it from u all.....aftr all..........Death is the cruel reality for which we all live & for once the pied piper wants u 2 croon the dirge with him....

THE OBITUARY OF DEATH

                                                                                       - SAPTADEEP BASU (2011)

How many times will you stab me with it?

How many times will I bleed for it?

For how many days will my dried up blood quench your thirst?

For how many years will I get punished so hard?

Once again I walk towards my freedom......

Like a profane traveller for a holy land in search;

Fouling the Ganges with my dirty soul,

But the elusive salvation never caught my hold.

Bartered away my conscience for my right to live,

Defiled my soul for a promise to keep,

Butchered my love for I had only hatred to give,

But held back a tear for a memory to relive.

The moment for redemption came once again to me.....

Clamouring for blood for me to bleed;

But mine was darker than the ones I bled,

And life tricked again and refused to rest.

No “Rest In Peace” was what I prayed,

A brutal death would have sufficed my corpse,

Searching for the bullet that engraved my name,

Stopping the heart that beat too long.

But Time dragged me into the abyss of life.......

Fighting for my death where I survived,

Holding on to the last words of mine.......

“The Obituary of Death” is where I resign.

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A Day when time stopped....

Well to begin with....today is when sumthing stopped beating for a while.....a moment took a nap somewhere.....& I was left alone to savour feelings that I had lost long back in my life...a drop of tear dried down in my dreamy eyes & d puzzled smile questioned me its existence......huh! someone had left me forever...leaving behind d few pieces of memories to collect......hope d tide of fate had washed them away too.....but then that's too much being me with the pied piper getting irritated with my sudden swings of mood....so here he arrives with a song of a little bird that deserves this poem.....its for her

SEARCH OF A VALLEY UNTOUCHED

                                                                      - SAPTADEEP BASU (2006)

Rang the bell of the morning church, 

Resounding its sound across the valleys afar;

Reached the ears of a traveller in search,

Of a unknown land & a valley far.

A dreamland of peace he had in his eyes,

A virgin land, a valley untouched.....

The waves of happiness washed whose shores,

To leave behind the bliss of God.

But stopped the man in his holy search,

Not beleiving what he has heard;

And a shrill cry filled the air,

The pain of which pierced his heart.

Looked around for the helpless mate,

The flutter of whose wings was quieted down;

O! The ruthless nature called,

Has the tears too have dried down.

Bathed the world in the pool of blood,

The demon rose & the cries arose;

And lay the bird with its body apart,

And its rotten heart as the valley untouched.

Neither waves of happiness, Nor any dreamland of peace;

No unknown land or a valley far,

The virgin land he called.....

Was only a decaying heart.

The Gods above & the men below,

All hailed praises for our Mother Earth;

But something that made it richer was.....

The wounded birds stinking heart.

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