At the time of
my last breath
I realize
Birth and death are like
performance of play
Lifetime is like a flash of light
passing by swiftly
as a waterfall down a cliff
All my life
My ignorant mind
keep believing
I am beautiful
I am powerful
I am immortal
Pride, hatred, and jealousy
ego, desire, and misery
block my mind
like cloud block the sunshine
and
I believe
there is no sunshine
though sunshine is there
All my life
I give a damn
to the sick, poor and destitute
never heal their wounds
never look after them
My obscure mind
love my body wholeheartedly
I keep massaging tenderly
thinking
this will last forever
and
pretending
myself as beautiful
Now
my tender skin
turned to thousands of lines
none of the cream
hide my wrinkle
none of the massage oil
make my body strong
All my life
Due to
The Darkness of ignorance
I believe
my friends, parents, relatives
will be with me forever
Now
time has come
I have to leave
my possessions, family, and friends
they won’t follow me anymore
But
my Karma follows me
All my life
I forgot to rejoice in the true nature
the self-knowing wisdom
Never understand
the source of all phenomena of
Samsara and Nirvana
is the nature of mind-void, luminous
all-encompassing, vast as the sky
and
I spent my life in Samsara
doing meaningless activities
Never believe
death chases me
from the time of my birth
All my life
I forgot equanimity
Hate enemy
But
In the end
We are on the same deathbed
writing death notes
Now
I am begging for death
To extend my life
But
Death is dumb
won’t hear crying
Death is blind
won’t see begging
I cannot use my power
I can’t bribe death
I cannot escape from death
Helpless
I surrender myself
like little mouse surrender
in the swamp
Realizing the truth
I cannot die
in ease and prosperity
I have to come again to Samsara
wander from life to life
with no particular direction or purpose
Like a bee flying
round and round inside a jar
February 14, 2015 at 11:50 am
Happy Valentine’s Day!With love Maxima
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February 25, 2015 at 2:06 pm
Death is far better than a purposeless, directionless life, after all ! Nice poem.
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February 26, 2015 at 3:45 pm
thank you Lala Rukh.
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March 3, 2015 at 8:22 pm
Powerful message.Regards.
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March 7, 2015 at 10:16 pm
“Like a bee flying
round and round inside a jar” what imagery.
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May 21, 2015 at 2:44 am
I really like this poem, I been sick most of my life and can deeply relate to it
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May 26, 2015 at 1:16 pm
thank you so much for your comment,we need to enjoy our life friend…
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May 26, 2015 at 2:48 pm
Indeed we must enjoy life while its here
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