Poems on "Death"

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Surrender

a poem by

Shrayona Guha

And slowly, everything felt numb.
Tears turned to needles,
scraping through the skin
but the pain felt like just a mere touch of mist.
Soft, gentle.
Blood gushing out of her body,
taking her soul along.
But it was the most peaceful she ever felt.
She could hear foot steps of the end nearing
but she surrendered without a fight this time
as the pain started fading,
giving feeling of that bliss and calmness
that she longed for,
that she thirsted
and every inch of her soul craved.
Call her a warrior changing into a masochist,
bowing down for the first and last time before her most brutal enemy.
Death.
She didn’t give up without a fight.
She fought against all forces that joined hands to compel her into giving up.
But the pain within exceeded
so that it scarred every corner of her internal body
that she finally realized that her foe was indeed a friend,
offering her an escape from her intolerable misery.
It was just an illusion
but it succeeded in killing a fighter
and she gave up herself to him.

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Beyond The Shadows

a poem by

Anamika .

Days come and go all the same,
Their futility rivaled only by the emptiness
Of the nights that soon entail
Bringing along shadows,
Both companions and witness
To the ordeal we face
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Is wherein fears reign
Monarch to minds- yours and mine
And wasn’t fear always an aphrodisiac to pain?
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Lies the Garden of Death, resplendent
Where you’ve never been.
One wonders now, if the shadows are keepers
Of myriad mysteries, the kind we’ve never seen.

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Death is lighter than life

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Bound in the matrix
Of life’s miseries
Tear-heavy eyes
Mirror everyday shackles

An aching fragile mind
Buried under shadows of despair
Joins the stream of history
And pines for the other world
In its effort to silence life

Tired lifeless winds fall silent
A quiet calm descends
With the approaching darkness
The solitary candle-flame
Destined to die
Flickers bright one last time

Neither body nor mind
Not even the soul
Wince under the weight
Of lifelessness
For, death is lighter than life

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Death is lighter than life

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

Death is lighter than life
Bound in the matrix
Of life’s miseries
Tear-heavy eyes
Mirror everyday shackles

An aching fragile mind
Buried under shadows of despair
Joins the stream of history
And pines for the other world
In its effort to silence life

Tired lifeless winds fall silent
A quiet calm descends
With the approaching darkness
The solitary candle-flame
Destined to die
Flickers bright one last time.

Neither body nor mind
Not even the soul
Wince under the weight
Of lifelessness
For, death is lighter than life.

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Break Oh!

a poem by

Samiksha

Intoxicated with madness
I’m in love with my sadness.
I can’t tell anyone
they are so lost in their happiness.

But my existence is so worthless
and my life so priceless
that my tears won’t bother anyone
yet again I’m ending up hopeless.

Now I’m lost, don’t find me,
let me drown in your memory.
My smiles were not forever
so how can I be?

Turning down with my last breath
are all those pieces of my heartbreak
going into a deep sleep
to dream about a better death.

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For You, Brother

a poem by

Anjali S

Tumbled and rolled ourselves
did we not?
For that silly laughter
that vanished soon there after

Those memories never
ceased,
but you ran away
with ease

You were sentenced,
condemned
cruel games were on you
a prank that came true

Even today,
years after that day
I turn around on the
slightest noise

Asking
‘Brother, is that you?’
but silence.

Silence of the day
silence of the night
staring back
left me craving
for that laughter again.

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Death Call

a poem by

Alok Kumar Patnaik

Unfortunately, I feel a sense of Death,
Which knocked thinkin’ door ugly unnatural world,
I feel death like a rainbow scattering unhappiness,
Between happiness and unhappiness,
You’re thinkin’ and causing grief in human relations,
My life being a color and it don’t matter if you’re,
For such reasons unexplained beat it,
If you like my death call, you will be dead or
If you dislike my death call, you will be dead.

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Last Song of Vishnu

a poem by

Aroon Che

Tomorrow, the doors will be banged,
And the window panes will be broken,
The roofs will begin to crack out of heat,
And the walls will slowly shrink to your skins,
Your skyscrapers will crumble like sand castles,
The roads will get narrower and blind.
Your hospitals will run out of medic and beds,
Your courts will go deaf to law and order,
Your children will go wild in schools and jump off roofs,
Your parents will find this noise as their last lullabies,
There will be a death in every birth,
There will be a fight in fairness,
There will be a madness in every silence,
There will be a devil in every god.
That’s when I’ll come out of myself,
And you will hide behind your grief.
This is peace, this is the end,
This is peace , this is my command.

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The Wait

a poem by

Sushma

Misery is on its way,
Very sure of its destination.
It likes these tears and melancholy
Its coming fully packed for a lifetime,
Because it has tasted my hospitality before
And now will stay forever with me.
My Prayers seem to be answered
Fate has sent me a permanent companion.
I wished for one but forgot to say who
I don’t pray anymore. I Just wait
For the great Equalizer to come
And take me away
To some place where misery won’t find me

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Your Memories

a poem by

Sangeetha Mohan

In the depth of silence
I saw a flash of light
It was my dearest dear
Recollecting our past
He told me how much he loved me
Contemplating future
He told me how much he missed me
He took me into a room
I pierced in through the flock
To see his body lying dead
When I turned to him in complete bewilderment
He vanished with a smile
Leaving me to burn his lively incandescence.

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I die…

a poem by

Rohan Subba

I’m laid on a cold hard ground,
But, I can’t feel the coldness!
I’m garlanded by a colourful flowers,
But, I can’t smell its perfumed scent!

I see myself, covered in a white shroud,
A crowd and a holy man in his chants…
I see my family, friends and relatives
To whom I exchange no words or action.

Mother is wailing at the corner in tears
Father is in misery and in hidden tears!
They have been deglorified and lost…
The world is getting bleak, dark and grey.

The regular tune of violin is no more heard
But, the only sound of chants and the bugles.
I see my ‘blue phone’ kept on the table, ring
Nobody to receive and keeps ringing by and by…

Finally, I’m lowered to a pit covered in grasses,
Exposing my lean, five feet body of flesh and bones
The heaps of stones, pebbles and mud kept nearby,
They shower it all over my body and lastly, the face.

Now, I see no moonlight or the early sunshine…
As, my only bodily senses are all lost and buried.
It isn’t those daily dreams, that I get up again…
But, a permanent resting place of peace… death!

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Amber

a poem by

Sutapa Chaudhuri

Death stabs
The knife
Razor edge
Slowly drips
Crimson
Drops of
Existence
Hope loiters
Dying out
The air
Heavy with
Wisps of
Last lingering
Breath
Love dies
Amber
Surviving
Dregs of desire
Light up
Dimly
The dark forgotten
Crevices of life
A dull ache
Remains
Pervading
The void

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Death

a poem by

Vrinda Bansal

The world a beautiful mosaic
The love the feeling of the known
The cold stagnant memories of the past will unhold you when the death holds

The death comes in a blink of an eye the vision seems so blurry
The sound faints in an hourless bound
The dawn seems a merry

The feelings are stabbed to death
And the body feels so numb
The never ending pain has found an end
With hopes loosing count

This time no spring could ever forth
This time the flowers will end to bloom
This time the colour of the world
Will end its story in a gloom

The soul enters a different world
Leaving its body behind
Forgone the earth, forgone the time
Forgone the beauty of his life

No more could he smile or sing
No more could he play in fields
The world is there but he is gone
Leaving behind his blissful memories

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