It feels like just yesterday I saw you smiling,
and talking in whispering notes,
and it's today that you marked your new journey.
The news that brought tears to my eyes,
and you made me remember, what it was like to cry.
Aghast I am that,
never again to you, I will say hello.
It was hard to see you in eternal sleep,
clad in white, covered in flowers.
Yet my heart still says,
you would always stay around.
Your voice so subtle,
yet your wisdom and thoughts so profound.
Now you in that heavenly place,
on the wings of the heavenly dove,
soaring so high above.
As today you parted away in silence and tears,
to disembody for a new journey,
broken and shattered I am,
I regret never saying how much I love you,
and in silence, I grieve.
Let me cry myself to sleep at night,
and pray that Jesus keeps your soul at peace.
Now and forever,
you will be the one I always admired.
©Chitra Arun
(* In the memory of my beloved Uncle Eapen, who now rests peacefully in the heavenly abode)
Shoreward she wafts
faint smile flutters next her lips
wave-enveloped, lurid flesh revealed
enigmatic, wind-whipped ballet...
Ghostly arms, tapering to a scepter-finger
limbs commence, melt into silent surf
cruel lips, melt into silent surf
whisper, "Love me, Disembody, Love me"
Howling jolts me awake
Brings me to my feet
Opening my ears
Sprinting down the gravelly street.
I can feel it's grief and hear it's trembling whimpering. But I can't see it's slanting grin
I can't stroke its slathered pearly coat
Or coax its troubling fears, wrench them off its snowy, pilose skin.
Zigzagging around the sprucely sheathed trees,
Panting, secreting oppressively.
Wildly glaring around like a banshee.
Falling to your knees, punching the sky pathetically.
You are late and tardy
Gazing upon its lifeless body
You can't see it's slanting grin
Only fondle it's gnawed bones
And painfully watch it's spirit and soul disembody.
You try to lead a auspicious life,
Trying your best to mirror Christ,
Well done my faithful servant is the remark you want for your fight,
Church is your Paradise,
Everyone thinks you are swell,
You have the faith of a mustard seed like Jonah inside of the whale,
Suddenly out the blue rapid pains invade your body,
Oh Lord I trust in you,
My faith will never disembody,
Until one day you give in to pain and frantically need a answer,
The doctor sheds a tear,
I'm sorry but you have cancer,
Stage 4,
Now you are in your last days ,
This is not a phase,
Your days are blue even in the mist of sun rays..
Your family is in a rage over this information,
Hopeless despair engaged like a Jew in concentration,
Separated from humanity equals abrupt insanity,
Cancer can be depressing,
Chemo is very stressing,
Fatigue forbids you from assessing your blessings,
I know its very difficult ,
Just hold on and continue to pray,
Because at the end of the day,
God has the last say...
A young girl was walking in a forest one night
The moon had shown its darkest light
She was all alone and scared
But nobody cared
She walked for hours
Passing through plains of dead flowers
The forest was a never ending night
Filled with terrors and fright
Wolfs howled from nearby
The girl began to cry
Nobody could see her tears
Only the creatures that she fears
She went on walking
As the shadows kept stalking
A teddy in one hand
She wondered if anyone would ever understand
She thought of the people that caused her to be there
Wondering if their still unaware
She ran away from them
She sobbed felling condemn
Cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over her body
She wished the pain would disembody
Her freshest wounds still dripping blood on the ground
Feeling weak she began to become confound
She collapsed into a deep slumber
Wolfs surrounded her but stayed cumber
They all roes heads and howled at her side
The girl had died
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