Thursday, May 26, 2011

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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10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Truly said...awesome...keep up d gud work..our poet is back 2 business..

Rahul Bagaria said...

I am a fan of yours Basu!!!!!!!!!!!

Saptadeep said...

Thx mate.....wld luv 2 know more of wat u guys feel....

Shantanu said...

nice one...........great choice of words

andy said...

hope u keep on enthralling us with such magical pieces....3 cheers to u...

mamta said...

in fact wonderful and very deep really.keep it up mr basu.

mamta said...

yeah death is a cruel reality and it will come to all of us sooner or later.some time we suffer too much in our lives that we even do not want to live life but may be it is only because god wants to see us more strong and more successful in our lives.we always live with the hope that one day every thing will be fine. and may be it has happened because sooner or later we get what we deserve......well it was superb composition and can see deepness and pain in the poem.will only say keep it up because it is your words that come out from the heart and which is a god's voice.

mamta said...

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?....liked a lot these lines.

Saptadeep said...

Hy mamta it feels gr8 2 see u ative aftr a long tym....u knw wat death is certainity bt blood...is intrigued....it leaves more questions dn answers....d colour of it tells bout what u r.....d dried up blood is a feeling here.....dat evn i cannot answer.....clamouring for blood for me to bleed......dats what dis world wants 2 prey on ur blood.....2 live 2 taste ur blood for it to get its lyf....huh wat a lyf we have where evn d blood dat runs in ur veins cannot be trusted on ur side.

Anonymous said...

Robert Frost part 2... Miles to go before I sleep N miles to go before i sleep.. If it had a sequel... it would be something like this m sure...

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