Saturday, March 29, 2014

Grief: Two moods

I was contemplating about Grief and a poem came. Its lot different from an earlier poem ...

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Grief!

An opening,

to the fullness of our humanity
its beauty.

That, we thought will be with us, 
Longer, a little more,
Till the end of our imaginations,
May be forever!
Always leaves some day.

It breaks our heart,
and more.
That bubble of security,
within which we zip ourselves
As we move narrowly, around our
daily life. 

Every time, it cracks and loosens 
That concrete pedestal
On which we have erected ourselves
For eternity. 
Collecting junk around us.

We hate grief!
It reminds only this - we are passing
Without promises of 'forever',
In amnesia.
We still have to figure out, 
From where? to where?
And why?

Forcing choices on unwilling Us.
Either shrink, as we find back the pieces,
Glue them, stitch them, tie them
Cover ourselves from the vagaries
Of a fragile life. Get back inside 
The eggshell.

Or to crawl down, out, 
Stand erect, walk, run… beyond that little
World of safety. Spread our arms, 
Out, around, embrace whatever is present. 
Remain open in moments, like that flower 
Which bloomed today, knowing well
It will wilt tomorrow. 

(29/3/14)


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Grief!

Grief has no arguments
it doesn't want to win a war
nor to do negotiations
about the worth of a relationship

It remains quiet
For it loses itself
when translated into unfamiliar languages
of mind and logic

Grief has always remained alone
Its path a solitary one
where weary heart
finds only one companion

The emptiness
which walks together

Comforting
without saying a word!


(2007-2008)

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And here is one of my favorite quotation...

Its so curious... one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours of grief... but then ... someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer ... and everything collapses.
- Colette

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