others may have wine, i have poetry

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poet's Society

Saturday, January 10, 2009

death

DEATH
is so starnge
so still
so final
so irreversible
so gut wrenching
so blatant
so unfathomable
so incomprehensible
so unnnerving
so ovewhelming
so cold
so intimidating
so numbing
so quiet
so loud

is such a slap on the soul
and vaccum in the heart

death

is so peaceful
for those who embrace it
and anything but
for those who embrace them

5 comments:

lavina said...

Death is the end of the journey of life.not soul.

Akshay Vaidyanathan said...

Well... the poem is rather interesting. It does appear to be just a clutter of adjectives but that seems more appropriate a description for the unfatomable entity called death. Thoughts after all, can get diluted when structured rigidly.

The progression of thoughts is....well I wont say peculiar bit it catches the eye , ranging form largely fear to acceptance and a hint of curiosity.

Keep writing... for the poets are rare in this world ful of writers

Nithya said...

I love the last line..thank you so much...

Nithya said...

I love the last line..thank you so much...

Manasa. K .Kumar said...

Rightly put. Every time I think of death, I think if of few of those adjectives you've used.