To The Living

February 21, 2012

Poems, Such is Life

Painting by  Pierre-Paul Prud'hon

Painting by Pierre-Paul Prud’hon

You want me to spread my heart on the bed,

It’s both broke and cold;

I watch my feet as I move ahead,

There are cadavers on the floor.


What is this they won’t let me peel?

A sheet, a grief or a shroud?

Who is this who sleeps so still

Heedless of lifeless crowd?


Lips that see and eyes that kiss

Are leaden and parched for soul,

Gales blow past without a hiss

And rivers can’t fill a hole.




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I am just a watcher then. Sometimes I watch life. Sometimes I watch death. Many times I watch in between...

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28 Comments on “To The Living”

  1. zephyr Says:

    Hmm, to the living but about shrouds and grief and lifeless crowds? Nice imagery.

  2. suranga Says:

    Your heart.

    Hold it
    and
    Spread it,
    red
    and warm within you,
    let the memories overtake
    beat by beat;
    Yours is not to dwell
    on hisses
    and gales
    and unpeelable
    troublesome layers
    and doubts..

    Its all about
    dreaming
    and
    remembering
    with gratitude
    the petal by petal
    opening
    of a fragrant family rose
    in the garden of your life
    and how
    it still is
    a part of the Earth
    on which you stand…

  3. Lalit Says:

    Touching. Lot of pent up emotions, summed up in a poem.

  4. Rahul Says:

    A poignant one !

  5. Saru (@SaruSinghal) Says:

    Poignant but I liked the imaginary. This is a profound phrase…’Rivers can’t fill a hole.’

  6. Debajyoti Ghosh Says:

    beautifully written…applause!!!

  7. nittinj Says:

    profound. Same expressions are used to paint both the living and the dead …which are beautifully captured.

  8. Giribala Says:

    It conveys the pain of living….

  9. sujathasathya Says:

    deep.
    needs a couple of readings more for me to understand it fully. poetry is like that i guess especially those that are good
    liked the simplicity in the words of this poem and though pretty short one – must have very deep thoughts in it.

  10. Farida Says:

    Sometimes the hole just gapes at us … nothing can fill it because nothing or no one can ever replace someone we love in our lives. Very deeply touched by your words

  11. Yash Says:

    Very well written sir.. Appreciations..

  12. Manreet Sodhi Someshwar Says:

    The poem says a lot. I guess life means living with holes in our heart…

    • umashankar Says:

      “लाजिम था की देखो मेरा रस्ता कोई दिन और
      तनहा गए क्यों अब रहो तनहा कोई दिन और ”
      -ग़ालिब

  13. Marita Says:

    Wow. Loved this poem.

  14. Chintan Gupta Says:

    depicts my struggle with in somehow.

  15. Kirtivasan Says:

    The followers of Christ did not believe him. Judas even betrayed him. He rose on Easter. The apostles believed he was Jesus. But currently many think it is miracle.
    No one is lifeless. They want miracles. And the master will rise. Believe in him . . .

  16. Shaifali Says:

    What words! I have read them after such a longggggggggg time. Mr. Pandey, how come you are a banker! I am sure its art that satisfies your soul. I have subscribed your posts via email. I enjoyed coming to your blog. Looking forward to dig deep into your past posts and waiting fervently for the new ones.

  17. Latha Says:

    short one, but a very strong one!!

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