Sunday, June 5, 2011

A LIFE FAILED BY GOD




Time is not what is short, It’s you who is late
Thorns were not what I brought, It’s you who chose it as your fate
This was the hour that surmounted you
But you chose to name it as bane
Willingly you abandoned your powers
You immolated yourself by trapping yourself in a bait
I gave you all the happiness at your birth
But you parsimonious, saved it all, and spent nothing till date
I never asked you to become a hedonist
But what prompted you to adopt such extreme philanthropy
I gave you your freedom tightly clutched in your closed fists
Then why did you let it slip through your fingers unquestioningly?
I gave you your senses for all sundry to be perceived
It were you, not me, who abandoned every element of this world
I gave you your right to cry at your birth
It was not me but you by whom your voice was deceived
I gave you so much that even a single life of yours would not have everything relished
 

But look at you, it seems such a waste, 
as not one thing you want for yourself to be accomplished
I gave you the blue of sky, the brown of hills
The red of your blood running through the green of your veins
But you painted all with the color of colorless
Your days and nights void of the passion and dreams
Why did you let yourself drown in the ocean of indifference?
When you could swim through it with passion or float on your penance
Your wish to live is your only lifeline, but your insipid heart doesn’t support your spine
A life not lived is rendered as useless; you have to live it as it’s like a writ of mandamus
I want you to be a doer, to stand up straight and fight; 

I created ugly and beautiful but not this grotesque sight
I want you to write poems and prose and pump life into others’ hearts as you recite
Then what made you give up so early my son?
There are so many lessons of life yet to be learned
What happened to that soul inside that had asked once for its embodiment?
Have you shrouded it or is it no more extant?
What conviction have you followed that has zeroed you down to nothing
This is the last statement that is being uttered by me until you confess all your misdoings..

“My lord, now that this stifling colorless space I’m stuck in,
that you have made for me inescapable,
I’ll tell you what it is that has made me, in your words, so miserable
I do not yell, I do not seek, I do not avenge nor do I ditch
I’m not strong, I’m not weak, I’m not a king, nor do I preach
I do not have breadth or length, I do not have apprehensions, nor do I have the strength
My will is not broken because it was never made, there's no pride so I do not feel chagrined
You laid for me a path to walk on but it should have been upon me to decide
I neither cry nor laugh; I’m neither asleep nor am I sleep-deprived
You asked me to swim but I’ve nothing to lose and so I don’t fight
There is no way I need to follow, no road where I can get lost, so I need no lessons, no guide
You preach humanity and teach reason and passion as a way to live life
But haven’t you made mockery out of it when not a single being knows why one dies?

But I cannot die when I live no more for a single moment now
I indulge in no action against which you might act
 You can give me no mercy, I ask you for none
You can give me no wish, I don’t ask for your benison
You can give me no curse; it can do no harm to an inanimate
You can’t pursue me; i live in no pursuit of happiness
What will you do with this world when we refuse it and your heaven?
What will you destroy when nothing ever lives in your creation?
How will you ever endow pain on me and push me down to hell when I never acknowledged any kind of bliss, heaven or elation?
What can you stop when I’ve already ceased to live?
What can you start when the soul has already left the body?
My life is a battle of neither power nor love ,
my movement consists of neither circles nor lines
I’m not human like nor a brute, I cannot be murdered when I’m not even alive
I’ve given identity to nothingness; I’ve taken out the red intoxication from wine
I’m devoid of both success and failure, but this is now your failure I believe
I’m devoid of all the black and so white doesn’t soothe me
I’m devoid of all kinds of luck, and so muck doesn’t bother me
I’m not outrageous as all your actions I nullify
I’m devoid of all sense of death, life and immortality

In short I would sum up with the last chain of breaths that I uncoil beleaguering me
I asked you for this body, not for you but for my soul,
I asked you for this big world when I could've easily swam freely in a fish bowl
Yes you got me right, my lord that this life I had asked you was not for you to live
My voice was to sing freely, not in your concert, but for me
My freedom that you heavily chained was mine and so I never sought it
And so this night adopted by me, with daylight will not be lit
I who was not given the power to live in your world but to merely fit in
This world in which I’ve not lived your life, by me, with me, will now be perished…..!!!!”



21 comments:

  1. amazing... i m jst speechless !!

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  2. That was just splendid, I really like the first part of the poem where you have bought the hypocrisy of humanity into the foreground which sees none that it has got and perceives life as of no value, The subtle way you made the matter crop up and the question rise is fabulous, very engaging and kudos to you what else can I say, Its perfect!

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    1. Hie..what a great comment!! I need such comments time and again :)
      and of course thank you so much :):)

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  3. An interesting question by God but the answer is just amazing.

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    1. Thank You Vijay :)
      Glad you stopped by;keep reading :)

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  5. Amazing piece of poetry Mam!! Beautiful.. :-0

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  6. Very well written. Now a constructive criticism frm a fellow writer and one who writes some poetry too (http://diamondthread.com/) would like you to use abstractness more. Yours is a tad more descriptive. Try some wordplay and some contradicting points near to each other - like 'I gave you the sun and the stars' he said, I destryoed it all so I can live I swayed. Kinda like that.

    Keep writing. \\// May the force be with you ;)

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    1. well..that would be a different approach..i chose another one..acc. to you, it should have been like:
      god:" .........."
      human/me:"..........."
      god:"........."
      ........!!!
      and word play is there..but i suppose i should have done it in a more conspicuous way...will take care of that next time..thanx for the criticism :)

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  7. Good writing. Now if you can take in some constructive criticism frm a fellow blogger and one who writes some poetry (http://diamondthread.com/) try doing some abstract writing, the poetry is a tad too detailed and descriptive. Also some word play - like
    I gave you the Sun adn the stars, he said
    I destroyed them all so I can live, I swayed...

    Keep writing, I've subscribed to your blog

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  8. Wow ! This was some great reading .. why does it remind me of the conversation between Krishna and Arjuna ?

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    1. oh..wow..never read Gita though..nice comparison though..but unlike Arjuna, the person in the post is really pissed off ;)

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