#death – Penfluky

Before death came – PAST LIFE REGRESSIOn

Argh! The headache is buzzing my mind,

Can’t even walk down the street;

Broke the glasses that were around,

One of them was Mayas’ favourite;

Do you even know the expense to mend?

What was the fault of my glass?

Out of your annoyance, I am about to distend,

Chill! Let’s talk and solve your problem;

Sorry and Thanks, but I can fend,

Nothing a good sleep cannot heal;

“I love you, but I have to do this, friend.”

A voice was constantly echoing in my sleep;

Go on; you need not contend,

Thank God, Maya got you here in time;

My head is breaking and I can’t pretend,

Bring up the treatment without any delay;

Your condition has been scanned,

Couldn’t see any cause for the headache;

There is something I intend,

Past life regression therapy can help;

Of course, if so you recommend,

Make yourself comfortable and relax;

Walk deep into your memories as I make snap sound,

As you say Doctor Krithika;

One, two, three..You are in the past life’s end,

I can’t breathe, please help me;

My head is spinning and spinning around,

Please take yourself to the time before this;

Maya, before my Mom calls me to run her errand,

Let’s go play near the statue of Ambedkar;

Hey, Little girl, come here, give me your hand,

Who are you? Why should I give?

I love you, but he will kill my Mom, friend,

Maya took my hand and gave it to the man;

He smiled creepily and yelled at me to turn around,

I heard him unzipping, and he pulled it out;

He strangled my hair and forced me to the ground,

When I woke up, all I could feel was a breeze.

Death came sooner than life

When I woke up, all I could feel was a breeze,

Calm and serene, Peaceful and Cool;

Winds howling with the only noise of their flow,

Laced with the honey, they were sweet;

Reminds me of my mothers’ fragrance,

Wish I could run into her arms and feel warm;

Where is she? I find no trace of her,

Mommy! Mommy!! Where are you?

I am not able to open my eyes; please help me;

Struggled, screamed and finally heard a voice,

“You cannot open your eyes here, Lilly.”

Why? Who are you? How do you know me?

Too many questions to ask, too much confusion:

Why don’t these damn eyes open?

All I want is to go home and see mom;

No one here has the eyes to see,

Except for the voice to speak and ears to hear;

Mr.Strange, who are you? How do you know me?

We all know each other, Little quick or little late;

It has taken you a complete life to know me,

For me, I have known you forever;

Heard you cry coming out from your mothers’ womb,

Heard your giggles playing in the corners of the street;

You were alive not late came your death,

I was around, took your hand and let you sleep for a while;

Here you are awake and alive again,

Living your after death, or should we call it dying?

This is it? Am I already dead?

Can I not go back and see my mother again?

No, you can’t. Learn to hear her from now,

Love isn’t in vision but in the feeling you experience;

But why do we not have a vision in this so-called dead world?

Here you are, I love it, the curiosity of being a kid,

They say the dead world isn’t for crimes and hence, no vision;

Really? If everything can be felt, then how can vision stop crime?

Oh dear, don’t you know that eyes are mischievous,

They are the keepers of attraction;

Oh! Is it? Funny it is to hear that, how idiotic is that expression!

Let my mother come; I shall ask her all questions,

Why do you say that? Ask me all you got in your head;

What you say is pointless like a blind won’t perform crime,

Brilliant is for you to ask that, but little one do you know?

How will one commit a crime when you know no form?

It is you who said that we just don’t have eye;

Does that mean that everything is as such, my dear Lilly?

We might touch the things and know, how is it around;

But are you sure that everyone can sense the touch?

Or are you sure that everything here has hands?

Wonderful it is! To live in doubts like this,

Haha! No, it is death so dying, right?

Yes, my Lilly, now you get it all, you sure are intelligent,

I still have certain questions which sure don’t follow any equation;

Let my mommy come, I will ask her in person, Only if she could listen,

Yes, my Lilly, let’s wait till your mother arrives in heaven.

Let’s know what happens after Lillys’ mother meets her in next part.

CRIPPLED

Sitting at my 
window,
I was watching
the stars;
Waiting for the moon to go 
down,
For the sun to
rise;
To the eyes 
those were red,
To the lips 
those were 
pale,
To the wrist 
that was 
bleeding,
To the bed that got wet,
To the calm and restless wind,
To the tomorrow without me,
My heart could
only answer 
that
Hope is a funny thing.
It was time to
stop my painful nights,
Time to forget
all that 
happened;
But one last I
could remember
them all,
One last time 
before I 
vanish;
The deeper my 
memories run,
The deeper I 
remember the 
cuts;
From that 
misery, I have
brought
To the people I made suffer;
From the 
stranger who 
laid a hand on
me
To the lovers 
who are nothing but err;
From the 
friends who 
called if need
be
To the amigos 
who stood by 
me;
From the 
toxicity which
surrounded me
To the 
vengeance I 
have spread;
From the glory
that I carried
To the pain 
that is 
clouded;
The gifts of 
destiny are 
dangerous
More mysterious than we expect;
I destroyed 
myself not 
knowing that
Hope is a funny thing.
I am just as 
pathetic as any other human,
Just as cruel 
as any other 
slaughterer;
Today I stand 
between my life and death,
Hoping for 
forgiveness to
come to me,
Good fortune to strike;
But I have 
lived enough to know
That good 
riddance is 
more than good;
Waiting for my
veins to drain
As I now know 
that Hope is a
funny thing.

Do I really exist? Do you?

By- Manoj Sri Harsha

Do I exist?
Or Do I not?
How can I resist,
questioning about it a lot.

Am I living in now?
Or is this a memory?
Am I in the mind of a cow?
As a memento mori!

Whenever I relive a memory,
It feels as real as now.
Is my entire life an allegory?
In the mind of that cow!

How can I know that this is present?
It's tough to differentiate.
The wall is so transparent,
for my mind to mediate.

I can remember each moment as far as I can,
And that is when I'm three!
Now I'm older and a man,
In a thought-drifting spree.

If this my life,
and this is how I live.
Then is it even life?
Am I even alive?

Being forced to chase printed paper,
that is supposed to help me.
But I don't want to prosper,
but just a life that's free.

I want that crude,
our inner self!
Not a pretentious prude,
our masked-self!

Back then was great,
when the cave was our residence.
All we did was mate,
and with no thoughts of precedence.

In this mechanical,
and robotic life,
the things are so cynical,
and cruelty is just so rife!

Back to the cave,
I can never go.
But I can stop to rave!
For I can pretend mellow!

But not just my life,
it is your life too.
Did you ever feel safe?
Do you not want out of this zoo?

Have you not hoped this to end?
Or have you started penance?
Or have you beforehand,
Figured out this meaningless existence!

I still can't,
and maybe won't!
Will never can't
Know if life is existent!