The land of Rains- SREYSPEAK

Baripada or the land of Rains is a sleepy little town in Orissa, on the confluence of river Budhabalanga, Jarali and Sarali.Surrounded by the states of Jharkhand and West Bengal it is the birth place of noted painters, writers, musicians,playwrights, actors , scientists and bureaucrats. It is here where I spent my childhood and grew up to manhood in the midst of lilting tribal music and a rich cultural bonding epitomising the simple tribal life depicting honesty and integrity.

Saturday 14 February 2015

The Race

Amidst rows of corpse,I vied and jostled for space

Race for salvation had begun,

Grief struck swollen eyes,dreary minds

unfulfilled desires and wishes-all had gone

"Was a good man" someone uttered,

many followed suit,some wiped a tear or two

"a good soul" and "never harmed others"

Tributes- I would have felt great too.

Fire had swept away,memories and much more

warm ashes made way for the next,

repetition of phrases, sighs and exasperation

Supreme creation again, the stage had been set.

Race- I ran throughout, in search of

wealth, success,fame...

memories and obituary is all that remains,

A great way to end the game.

Planning for the evitable,took

just a bit too more

when the inevitable called calling

The Boat had not touched the shore.

1 comment:

girish vas14 February 2015 at 23:05
Very Nicely Said.All the mass we have added to this body from mother earth has to go back to this earth at the end. We have added so many layers to the consciousness through our ever wandering mind and as a result we refuse to accept the truth and run behind the impermanence.
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