Lighting The Pyre #BlogchatterA2Z

I know you do not want

to leave this realm today

I know there is still some more

Pride for you to say

Lay me on the sand

Under the pouring rain

Wet my feet and sing the song

Every bond that I could sustain

have brought me this far

Overcast skies and clouds

Crazy souls we were once

Devoid of any doubts

Normal was outdated

Extreme was our style

In this world of superficial

Never had to fake a smile

Miles as our measure

Of happiness and achievement

Exploring the shallow and depths

In no fixed sequence

I lay you bare my brother

For I am helpless tonight

I fought the almighty hard

Believe me for I tried

Tears have betrayed

And so have every desire

My soul is already burning

Even before I light this pyre.

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I am a nomad at heart who craves for journeys and experiences. Life is too short to stop exploring and the quest to be happy should go on.

28 thoughts on “Lighting The Pyre #BlogchatterA2Z

  1. I saw this post but too me few days to open and read. I lost my dad just two month back and lighting the pyre was difficult. Very touching poem. It is sad to go through this.

    1. I am sorry for the loss Urvashi. I am sure he is still there within you as the loving and guiding spirit. Yes indeed it is one of the most difficult rituals and emotional turmoil to face. But the reality stays 😔.

  2. I am reading your post for the first time and I could sense your pain. No loss is bigger than the loss of life of dear ones. Stay strong.😊

  3. We lost a close elderly in the extended family recently, and as I read your poem I was wondering about the pain of the the immediate kin and family. I am very very scared of losing anyone close to me. I have no clue how I will be able to cope with the loss. Your poem scares me further.

    1. It’s something inevitable and has to be faced by all. I went through these emotions 3 years ago and could pen them down only recently.

  4. I lost my mother 7 and a half years back. We were staying in Mysore then. By the time we could reach my hometown, it was close to 22hrs and so the last rites has to be carried out by my father before I could reach. I didn’t even get to see her one last time. Your poem has such heart wrenching grief that for a while I thought, it was my own story in a way.

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