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Glory of the dead!
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Glory of the dead! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium 
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The inevitable had happened, Crestfallen, sad, depressed, Lonely, struck, as if by lightning, I looked Away into the blank face Of the black street, I looked The street that led nowhere, At the bright night (which on a full moon) that Looked dark, a starry night without my stars… As a jewel missing from a necklace, A stone missing from the hill, A star lost out from Orion, A meteor that shone brightly, and Disappeared without a trace… Then a voice that I heard, A soothing shrill behind my back, I turned, and stared at what My eyes saw as a ghost, A hunter of shadows beckoning me… All he said was this “Son! All’s not lost, look up to the moon” “Shrouded as she is every second fortnight” “She comes back every other one so bright, doesn’t she?” And suddenly everything changed… It was morning and I, Greeted the sunrise with a smile, A smile that invited the day that dawned, A dawn that saw a whole new phase ushered, A phase so splendid that I never imagined… Suddenly, the daffodils appeared, The reeds danced, the wind blew, Blew a soothing beat and I was through… Standing on the gateway to heaven, Looking at monks dressed in silver, I had attained glory that for many didn’t exist… My life seemed worthless, but My death had made up for it, My soul departed into a bright World of music and splendour, A grandeur that was Death… “Till Death Do Us Part – Life” Take each day as it comes, Consider each day as a flight, Try hard to succeed and fly, Surely then you will reach some height. But if by some chance you don’t, Remember that tomorrow will always come. Learn this well and learn this hard That today’s efforts will pay for tomorrow’s fun. A Crazy Monster, a.k.a Ski |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
This was a very captivating read. I really enjoyed it.  Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau" |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Thanks a lot temptress. Most of us fear death, but I feel death sometimes gives us what life doesnot offer. It is a cryptic theme though! |
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