The night you passed away,
I do not recall what the moon was doing, what was the moon saying to me
at that moment when you withdrew your breath
despite the instruments boring holes in your body
to pull you on and on
against your wish to pull on, like the car whose tyre could not be changed.
You lay serene on your bed, brave, spartan in your courage.
There was no pity, no compassion for the suffering of your body.
You just wanted to bid a farewell to those you loved so well.
It was only a few hours ago, you looked and pointed your gaze
at the life supporting system above your head,
the monitor ticking away, frantically in broken signals
frantically trying to make me aware that the hour was striking near.
My heart, silly and stubborn, was still not coming out of the daze and the swoon,
as if in your place, death would be gratified to take me away.
Five variants on the Lazarus theme
quietly played somewhere away.
Perhaps that was the way you chose to resurrect yourself and fly away.
I do not recall what the moon was doing, what was the moon saying to me
at that moment when you withdrew your breath
despite the instruments boring holes in your body
to pull you on and on
against your wish to pull on, like the car whose tyre could not be changed.
You lay serene on your bed, brave, spartan in your courage.
There was no pity, no compassion for the suffering of your body.
You just wanted to bid a farewell to those you loved so well.
It was only a few hours ago, you looked and pointed your gaze
at the life supporting system above your head,
the monitor ticking away, frantically in broken signals
frantically trying to make me aware that the hour was striking near.
My heart, silly and stubborn, was still not coming out of the daze and the swoon,
as if in your place, death would be gratified to take me away.
Five variants on the Lazarus theme
quietly played somewhere away.
Perhaps that was the way you chose to resurrect yourself and fly away.
By Sushama Karnik.
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- Nothing we can do to stop the current of time from running and to keep the beautiful moments of life forever, we are just speculators.
We are inside this river with no knowledge of how to keep ourselves stable, just struggling to save ourselves from drowning .
It's so hard to see how our beloved poeple are leaving and we are not able to do anything but staring at the moments of their memories .REPLY Jul 3, 2017
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