its a ritual in hinduism that people are put upon the pyre after the death. i have been to many such occasions and my mind had similar queries about life like in your poem. others things in life make very little sense then; death is the only universal truth it seems.
how eloquently you potrayed this feeling. loved reading this one. thank you.
its a ritual in hinduism that people are put upon the pyre after the death. i have been to many such occasions and my mind had similar queries about life like in your poem. others things in life make very little sense then; death is the only universal truth it seems.
how eloquently you potrayed this feeling. loved reading this one. thank you.
Selene, all i can say is this is sheer genius. The very last stanza really grabbed me. Theres a sense of peace in the tone of this poem. I just love it!!!
I wonder
When I finally bend knees
As I sift through her ash
Will there be a godling next to me
Tracing her calligraphy
Into the sky
One never knows
What dreams may come
Between the last heartbeat
And the first breath
Auntie always said,
Infants are cranky
Because they still remember
The other story in their bones
Before the inhale
And the exhale
Begins to write them anew
Oh geez Selene, you know that not only will you never disappoint me, but that you will always blow me away with how brilliant your mind and heart is.
You are just too, too, incredible. That was just gorgeous personified.
Antonio
Wow! Selene, this is sheer genius in my eyes. Full circle....love the lines,
"Will there be a godling next to me
Tracing her calligraphy
Into the sky"
This is excellent....I simply love it!