Dying,
with an expectation of
New life.
Life,
not a sign of death.
Without its fear and fancy.
Imagining
Life after Death.
Hoping it, to be better
than the present one.
Depending on better tomorrow.
Tomorrow –
always better than today.
Today –
Always better than yesterday.
Past –
Present –
And Future.
When
Death would be Past,
And the Life
Present,
I would wake up,
for that
Fresh beginning of Life.
Life,
which would be unperishable,
but not be so revealing.
Life,
which would be undramatic,
but not be so relieving.
Life, which would be uncrowdy,
but not be so lonely,
So disturbing.
(2nd Dec 1998 – 2:40pm
Exam duty in MPH with Ganguli)
In the new life,
ReplyDeleteWill you still be a teacher?
Will you recall who you are?
Will you still be who you are?
Will you remember that you are?
It is not a new life,
If you are still a teacher,
If you recall who you are,
If you are still who you are,
If you remember that you are.
What is new life,
When new life itself cannot be defined,
When new and old life's divide cannot be drawn,
When every day of your life is a fresh start,
When you can change today for a fresh start.