Thursday, December 9, 2010

Ghost of a dead belief

I Believed .
Those Beliefs are now swimming in front of my eyes.
Dripping in blood.
Their heads hacked off.
For a while I thought it was over.
And off I went, to cremate my dead belief.
There were others there too.
Like me and unlike me.
Friends and foes.
They are burning, faces in fire,
Melting, losing shape,
Consumed, but not purged,
It is strange.
The Beliefs were all colored.
But the ashes , an indifferent gray.
With the dying embers, I said a prayer,
"May its soul rest in peace",
But I had burnt the soul a long time before.
With this thought in my mind,
I made my way out,
Out of heaven's doors.
What I didn't notice, was the Ghost.
Following me, was the Ghost of my dear old friend !


Anonymous said...

He said,
I am gone, he said.

Urged he,
Do not chase the chimeras of the past,
Get away from the dreams of the past.

He uttered,
Present is but a mirage
For the future, just mirage.

Go away my lady,
Go away
The skeletons would keep tumbling out,
Just stay away.

Let me be.

Crafty Shines said...

Hey Stuti,

Read your poem at Kislay's blog, thought I'd tell you I loved it!

The darkness of this poem, it's something that's so easy to relate to from a distance... and yet so difficult to forget once reminded of own experiences.


stuti chandra said...

the lines get blurred!we are not able to differentiate!

stuti chandra said...

Thanks!I am glad you liked it

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