Monday, October 6, 2008

Life and Death

Are two bulbs of a sand clock
and we slip like the sand.

We die as we live;
As each grain feels the motion
there are some already pushed out.

We only fear the fall
death is that void on which
the slipped sand has no claim.

So what do we pray for then?
Just a smoother transition.


Prometheous said...

Ah,really a good one ... the beauty of the verse is its simplicity which ironically turns out to be a nice embellishment.
I liked the lines
"death is that void to which
the slipped sand has no claim"

darkshine said...

nice one dude tooo good
i think you are good at this metaphors stuff

Usha Pisharody said...

A fine fine verse, with the touch of your genius in the metaphor you draw!

Loved the whole concept, and the utterly simple wisdom of the closing lines!

Wonderful poetry here!