If I sleep
And go deep
The deepest ever
It will make
The empty place
For your vermillion
Empty forever.
No, I want you
To fill it
With someone else.
I never liked the vermillion
I liked you
And I’ll wait
For you
There
Till you come
And justify
That I am not a traitor
That option a and b
Both were not right
For me.
I’ll take you to Shree Krishna
And ask
The karma
You wanted me to know
The action
Which was
Deep rooted
To be my karma
My belief
My faith
And my ‘self’
Was questions
To be a traitor
And I’ll prove
My morality
Of being immoral
And I’ll prove that
You body was just a means
The soul was to meet
And then I will
Change the ‘I’
To ‘we’
And then
The so called salvation
Be achieved.
I wont be a traitor
I wont be a cheater
I wont be
I wont be
Its ‘we’
For which I am….
And go deep
The deepest ever
It will make
The empty place
For your vermillion
Empty forever.
No, I want you
To fill it
With someone else.
I never liked the vermillion
I liked you
And I’ll wait
For you
There
Till you come
And justify
That I am not a traitor
That option a and b
Both were not right
For me.
I’ll take you to Shree Krishna
And ask
The karma
You wanted me to know
The action
Which was
Deep rooted
To be my karma
My belief
My faith
And my ‘self’
Was questions
To be a traitor
And I’ll prove
My morality
Of being immoral
And I’ll prove that
You body was just a means
The soul was to meet
And then I will
Change the ‘I’
To ‘we’
And then
The so called salvation
Be achieved.
I wont be a traitor
I wont be a cheater
I wont be
I wont be
Its ‘we’
For which I am….
3 comments:
Doesnt matter what will happen after death but my concerns were of the mortal life.Though the poem is good,yet doesnt seem practical.
Another attempt
to run away
from responsibility
called vermellion
another attempt
to ruin my mortal life
for the the unseen and unknown
life after death
another attempt
to sugarcoat
your hidden desires
your lust…. not love
because
love is blind
But you still seem to see
life beyond death
love is madness
but you still seem to talk
philosophical
of the things beyond comprehension
Will you ever be true
To yourself
Will you ever understand
Love
Which means
Not meeting of the body
But the soul
Which means
Forgetting to distinguish
Between you and me
Should I wait
For you to understand
What Is love
Please accept
You don’t understand what love is
And make me free
From this bondage
Which I mistook to be love.
Apt reply.
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