Thursday, January 6, 2011

The Last Journey


She lay sleeping
Calm in her final destination…
The expression frozen in time
The life lost in memories…

And, as all arrived…
Tears…Pain…Sorrow…
I hear the lamentations of a lonely swan…
And, a life that could have been...

And, as she embarks on her final journey
On a cheap bed carried by four willing shoulders…
And as, the repetitive chant stabs the chilly silence
It’s already rituals and a forgotten life…

The dark winter night…
Slowly envelops the weary Ganges
Flowing through the ages…
Eternity etched in hungry tides…

And, she lends us a bit of her cold self…
To cool the smouldering ashes
To give a life spent in compromises, burnt in rituals...
An eternity of peace…

4 comments:

CASU Wood said...

Soooo Beautifullll
I loved!

damsel in distress said...

it is soooo well written, i just love it. just simply beautiful.

Rod Pagdilao, Jr. said...

Love it!

Apeksha said...

"And as, the repetitive chant stabs the chilly silence
It’s already rituals and a forgotten life…" Amazing visualization....its...beyond words...what you have written here...i dont know what to say...one of the best ive read so far....beautful...keep writing