Bhabika Dangol
When strangers die, I try to lie, lie about death, lie about life…
Creation of life, a long journey of life…
Smashed within seconds by the meteors of the sky,
What can the living do?
Mourn and cry, blame and curse and cry again
But there are some who would laugh and dance, act and pretend and act as if nothing to mend…
I see the words everywhere
“Rest in peace in heaven”
Rest- the soul moves around here and there,
Peace- there is no peace in the universe’s sphere,
Heaven- the multi-dimensional place if it just were,
In- the two “ins” in between suddenly vanished somewhere,
The “ins” sparkled by fire, blazed by arson, and simply turned into black stone!
You may ask me, you may curse…
What foolish words do I write?
What do I know of death and tragedy…?
I must reimburse…
I know not of death,
but of those, who have experienced the demised…
Because I too have deeply lost…
they know the words are not healing, concerns are not healing, money is pretentious at healing, and time is like ointment to healing….
Simple Straight Striking Stroke in your heart,
a hole in your heart, like a magnetless Dart,
No matter how much you attempt and put the pain apart…
there’s simply no healing….
You feed yourself,
You dress up,
You act as if you are living,
But only create a whole new facade!
Then you transition yourself to a universe,
Try to forget, forgive and write absurd verse,
Thank human psychology for being able to forget,
and in that forgetfulness, you live a little, and a little less you fret…
This universe becomes your life, your love…
You smile again, lose, and gain again…
To protect this universe,
from death, you try to abstain…
to save you from that hole,
to save you from that pain
you don’t fear death like before,
you just fear the loss…
the inevitable universe’s laws and the world’s greatest flaws!
A quick realization alert!
We can vanish like the dinosaur…
Can be unheard like the unspoken words…
So just,
Dance a little on earth’s floor,
Thank a little to the solar lords!
