Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
we all are made up of this
and in them finally, we rest
we learn the lessons from the
untrammeled thoughts in our
in our resplendent minds and
savor the ambrosial
presence of the divine around us
We were conceived as a stardust
and living on the edge
testing out limits
filled with ego and disgust
We create this shiny visage
to flaunt and glimmer in
the darkest of the days
praying under our
bated breath
for the
savior to come and
save our grace.
We are living
our life in a denial
turning our back to the truth and
rubbing the ashes of
anger, hurt and pain
on our soul
making it so
impure and vile.
We built our empires
great cities and
magical towns
crushing and crumbling the
the hopes of the
lesser and
downtrodden ones
Running blindly towards this
blinding light
and try to cheat the death
a lifetime spent in denial
and mistrust.
Conceived as a miracle
and living on the
edges of desires and fame
No matter
how much you
run and hide
you will be returned
to ashes
and the same.
~Megha Sood
Jersey City, NJ, USA
An amazing piece! :)
Sounds philosophical, but true!
On the one side we witness the height of splendid achievement!
On the other, there’s the pitiable plight of the have-nots finding it difficult to have at least a full meal a day!
Is it a case of luxury-indulgent at the cost of those entangled in pain and suffering?
We all came unto this world with nothing, and we leave everything before our exit!
Why so much of craze for success with opemly crushing the legitimate wishes of others!
Is it that we value ashes and dust more than the soul of the less privileged?
Thanks for reading my poem so intently and for sharing your precious thoughts.Much appreciated.