On death...

The measured grains, my numbered days

Bitter have they become, to live and to use

I live unto others, for me I have none.

Each night dawns, to fall dark again

Each night dawns, to fall dark again

In death, i would ,lose all memories

In death, i would, regain  my joy..

A  countenance of happiness, a smile to fake

A denial of HIS bounty, sage and calm

A heart turned stone, futile to wake

A death to mourn, life goes on

Possessions to own, duty bound

Concern and love, righteousness to hold

Voices are heard, but the door shut tight

Never intimidating, nor does beguile

What tastes of death? I do  stand in line.

A hundred years of death, what measures to say?

A hundred years of life, the sun measured way

Cast away the mould,  child leading to  man

Soft flesh to firm, lust, vigour and warmth

Cast away are days that spoke of more charms

The days may lose more, acceptance is a norm

Without  sun,  a day without people who cried

Alone , I would stand,  is there a staff and  throne?

Is there a king to frown, my deeds may please him not,

Is there a gentle hand, pleasant colors and balm

A hundred years of death,by what measures does form?

A hundred years of death is suffering or more calm?

If i am gonna live after death

Then, where is the death

If i’m gonna die after death

Then where, is the “I”?

When the chest is hammered with a cross

Lowered and covered, desires do toss

For no more they are needed, besides,

Who knows, what remained inside

Myrrh and aloe to contain his form
On the third, he rose, for they confirm.
He asked for seeds of mustard, but lo
Gotten from a home where death has no blow.
I lived in the past, I live now, and forever
And all my births I know,but you  will never.
Who does comeback to stay and reveal
What happens after, when death kisses to heal??

Let me have some roses

Without any thorns

For the grave you have chosen

Is deep inside my heart

A ruined temple now

Was built by loving hands

Each stone in the rubble

Will tell of love and charms

In death you buried my love

I wish I died along

To live with passion forever

Is to live nursing  the pang

When love spread its hands

It grabbed to kiss some life

But  then , it sucked my strength

My future, dreams and days

I say, I weep, I bow

With my dust covered face

My tears have gone dry

In this day after a year..