A baby in the womb

A baby lay forgotten In the womb of the dead mother; Still breathing the last few breathes The remaining of the mother’s last air. The ravaging war has killed the breast to feed Leaving the unfulfilled infant trapped alone Unless someone do something to support the life The baby’s scream will never be heard across the stream. Amidst of the rattling guns and battling man There lies the woman with her hand holding the tummy Lying still on the ground colored red The last wish was only to protect the life within the womb. Until a medic see the predicament The baby's last breath was almost unheard within Quickly the life saving team rushed Knowing they have nothing but only the grace of god. Each said their prayers while caesarean performed Hoping desperately to hear a little voice loud and clear To add music to the ransacked villages made unto a battlefield Due to atrocities blinded the humanity. Suddenly, in the middle of the rattling machine guns And blaring sounds of grenade explosions The surgeon proudly lifted the newborn high Poking his fingers gently to clear the throat So, the baby will one day stand tall to speak with right choice. Thank god, the whole team prayed A little late, we wouldn’t have seen another life Imbued with hope in the middle of the battle The medical van paved through the war Bringing news to others around That today in the battlefield A baby was born to a dead mother To tell the world, that life is still far from death. ©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 110807.  (Posted elsewhere before)

Letter from birth to death

13-3-2010

Dear Death

How are you? I pray that you in a good state of health. I am in the finest health here. It has been long, I am still not able to see you in me though I see you all around me. I see you everywhere, all time. Yet, it is indeed a mystery that as twins we are destined not to meet one another. I know in the splendor of my existence your light is dimmed awhile. Although you exist all around, it is indeed a strange phenomenon that people don’t seem to appreciate nor anticipate your arrival in their lives. We are born together, without a second delay, and we are perfect twins who cannot see each other in the presence of another. With joyful anticipation people always appreciate my arrival. But, they don’t appreciate your arrival in such a manner, even after knowing that you birth with me is an inevitable process, and my birth doesn’t supersede your existence. We are always on par with each other. For my arrival mankind shed joyful tears, but for your arrival mankind sheds tears, sorrowful tears.

We are really gifted to know one another without having to meet one another. I teach hope, perseverance and love, while you teach them impermanence of this material existence. Though people shun you all the time, the wise ones keep you enshrined within their enlightened minds and gain pride in me for giving them the opportunity to understand your majestic countenance. It is an incomprehensible reality that both of us are the bearers of this existence, a non-spatial continuum. We walk hand in hand; I am evident while you remain hidden.

With me around, most people bask in too much enjoyment and fuel the senses with weight of attachment which naturally builds the nest of fear for you. They fear of losing the pleasure of the senses and the material possessions to you. The fear in turn creates pain and rejection, and they wallow in sorrows. Little do they realize that you and I are here to help the cycle of creation to move on while eternally dissolving some part of it to allow another to fill the vacuum left. For most people, the universe is an inexhaustible storehouse of knowledge, pleasure and possession. Your presence will snatch all these things from them, thus their phobic response towards you.

Each second that passes by, bring me closer to you. Alas!! I won’t be able to meet you face to face, because our final meeting will only result in me merging with you, born unto you, and you being born unto me, die unto me. I see you in the leaves that fall; I listen to your gurgling childishness in the streams that flow; in the sound of animals; in the mountains that stand solid; in the seasons that spray color; in my heartbeats….yet I am sad I do not see you in me . I want to meet you before I dissolve my existence in this evolutionary cycle of beginning and ending. Death, though I know it is not possible, I am asking the impossible to take place, I pray that one day the Almighty Lord will grant me my wish before I jump unto you.

Till we meet one day. So long my dear one. Thank you.

With Best Wishes

Love and Regards

Birth

p/s: hope to hear from you soon. 

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Cormorants – instinctive and distinctive

The creepers that sucks the blood of humanity

Like the cormorant by the shore

They tarry with precision mark

And strike the weakest at righteous moment.

Yet one goes by instinct,

The other is a complete distinct

Of evil combined by endless numbers.

The hypocrites

Born of bloodiest vengeance.

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Murderous memories

Those buried memories

Surges high in the wake of reverie,

Speaking to me with silent power

A whisper not, but

Stream of powerful memories.

The universe melts itself

When the soul merges with past thoughts

Leaving the footprints from the past

A firm footing to mark my trail within mind.

Days went by

Leaving the 'present' with me

Yet, all the ‘presents’ buried deep

Together with the memories

And none of these days

Stays with me.

Those buried memories

Surges high in the wake of reverie,

Speaking to me with silent power

I succumb often to all these memories,

Whether good or bad

They render a blow to my expansion.

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Bonded within

My heart wrapped dead cold 
A sparrow trapped within it
I search for the key
Within I left in the heart
The sparrow’s fate is dead.


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Smile of the day

The morning sunlight

Blankets loving golden warmth

A rose blooms within

In blissful harmony I float

My heart flutters wingless.

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