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11/10/23

 

 

INTROSPECTION In last phase, as life approaches death, off and on contemplation engrosses me surpassing all activities and feelings. Eternal question of meaning of LIFE demands an answer. My introspection finds no concrete conclusion. Oh, my soul ! Where do you exist? Life is bounded between twin points ‘Birth’ and ‘Death’. I feel life in every limb and in each breath. Through last breath does conscience percolate, and just to evaporate! Oh, my soul! Where will I go after demise ? Who am I ! Oh, my soul ! Will you give me shelter? Present Life : My Present life is based on morality, showing honesty as prime quality on journey of life. Moral values go universal, which do neither alter race wise, nor country wise, even nor religion wise!, I belive only in one religion known as HUMANITY My Moral Values depicts love, integrity truth being the priority, above all guided by humanity. On my journey trying always to walk on path: Righteous. May not be that so-called ‘Religious’. Driving car of present life in determined gear on ambitious track with vision clear. Confronting betrayal, malice and lies with stern reproach, never to compromise. Diligence, ceaseless effort to explore life while love and compassion not to ignore. After Life : Since long I am dealing with life now to get prepared to listen to last bell with no idea of types of ' After Life'. Too long Past only to reminisce embowered by nostalgia. Too short Future how to venture in senile decay ! Basically none wants to lose Identity. Body to perish after demise::Inevitable. Brain being an organ stops functioning. Will thought processes be wiped off after death ? If so-called 'Soul' or your consciousness be really immortal identifying yourself that will be your ultimate solace. Belief of immortal soul of mortal body can give you best relief. Life progresses carrying lots of emotional bonds Can those be fruitless? A wishful thinking : 'ME' will not be dest, royed when my body will die. Human yearns for reincarnation to enjoy life. I am not the exception. But transcending death May I lose identity? I wish to reborn in this Earth again and again to experience more and more. the 'UNIQUE ' 'ME' to come and go recycling 'LIFE'. Oh, my soul! What is the assurance of your immortality ? Only to solace and console the helpless entity ! Oh, my soul! Do you exist only in my imagination? Oh, my soul ! Am I entwined with you?

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Date: 11/10/2023 5:55:00 AM
The ego (identity) that so asks, its existence depends upon the thinking process. Thoughts are limited. To get to the truth that transcends mind, we must leave thoughts behind. Silence. Melding head with heart. Fears and desires disappear, ego disappears, yet we are, as pure formless awareness. Present thus, for as long as it may take, we awake to the recognition that we are eternal living light and not this decaying organic form.
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