Tuesday, April 20, 2010

It happens…



It happens
just like
everything else
that happens anyway,
desired or not,
quite unknowingly;
falling into patterns.

How many deaths
do I need to die
till I DIE?

5 comments:

sujata sengupta said...

just like i keep telling my friend.."shit happens" so accept and move on.. lovely lovely lines!

P. Venugopal said...

nice poem, Arun. you are coming off age. of death there is a lot to be said. can we die to words, to memories pleasant and unpleasant, to hope and despair, to disappointment and the ecstacy of achievement, to the urge of wanting to be this and that, to the obsession with our separatedness, our exclusivity? can we die to the past and future? then is the beginning of creativity. (i am making heavy statements, but i know what i am talking about, just as you do.)

Mixedblessings89 said...

How many roads, etc.. shit happens all the time.

Anyway. You had to put that picture up, and I had to see if it really plays.

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

Sujataji: Thanks for the lovely lovely comment!


Venu Chettan: I can understand what you are talking about. I was trying to convey the deaths we all die by falling into patterns. It includes being lethargic, ruing the past…Die to words, memories, hope…and bloom everyday afresh, anew, alive! Are you somewhere along the road? Forget the destiny, the journey itself, I guess, must be exciting.


MB 89: Haa… you always do that. You did it with the anythingandeverything ad. Didn’t you?

Lidhin said...

Mr. Arun that art is awesome.

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