Death

Posted on by Hemalatha Ramesh
i clicked this picture on the last day this jasmine creeper had its leaves. the next morning, I woke up, the dried leaves were on the pathway due to the heavy shower the previous night. it took a minute for me to digest the fact of how impermanent life around us is.

Sometimes,
I find death to be the most interesting thing to think about.
Would there be flowers dropping from sky,
would my words fade away,
would my paintings be restored,
would there be angels coming from heaven
to carry me to their place,
would there be people to cry after I’m gone, gone far away?

I think about the death bed I lay in,
lifeless and motionless,
I think about the stories they talk,
about the flowers, it’s fragrance,
about the cries, it’s voices,
I’m surrounded with.

I have watched death changing one’s life,
I have watched death changing a person,
I have watched death transforming lives,
I have watched death teaching what life is.

I wonder, what my death can
do in the lives I had been a part of,
I wonder, if i would be lost, buried
like autumn leaves,
if i would slowly get lost
from their memories.

I ask to myself,
If death is peace,
If death is silence,
If death is an end.

Is this because why death is fascinating,
they do so much in many lives?
It is pain, scar, pressure, sadness and sobs.

Death is a change,
people are ephemeral,
life is an evanescent memory on the whole.

Just in the last post, I said I couldn’t make time to write about sadness however I wrote this piece last week and edited it today. Dark poems coming on the way! 🙈

Will catch up with the posts I missed in a couple of days. Thank you so much for being around and making my days more brighter, happier with your beautiful comments. ❤

45 thoughts on “Death”

  3. This piece is simply beautiful, my dear friend! You did a wonderful job of describing death in a way that connects to the heart, I could feel each word. Amazing message and amazingly done 🖤🤗

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  4. you’ll be the death of me people did shout,
    he’s a trouble causer keep him out,
    and all along life like a spring sprang about,
    in the shop keepers shout with his banana I run out,
    in Mrs Smiths dispair as I snipped off her hair pretending it was curlers carefully put there,
    you’ll be the death of me people did shout,
    until one day I had a tooth to pull out,
    a hole in my mouth the likes I’d never seen,
    I wish I’d brushed more and kept them clean,
    then pushed up came another bigger than the other,
    nice and white it gleamed,
    for in death there is life and vice versa it so seems,
    it is a matter of perspective and of energy unseen,

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  7. I wonder about death a lot too, and I wish I didn’t 🙈. Sometimes I just think how depressing it is…how everything will be for nothing for one day. Those are bad thoughts I TRY not to dwell on. Loved your post though! 😍

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  8. SMiLes Dear Hemalatha
    So Many Deaths In Nature
    For Nature to Evolve As Us

    What A Gift Death

    Is Or All Would

    Be Stone

    Perhaps

    A Machine
    With No Breath
    All Our Ancestors
    Holding Hands in Life
    All the Furry Creatures

    With Warm Blooded HeARTS

    To Even Make Love Possible

    For Humans to Create

    Every Leaf

    Still Holds

    Branches of Trees
    Every Fall Leaf
    Is September’s

    Promise for

    A New Spring

    Fertilizing Winter

    Soils So New Souls
    of Sapling Trees Will Rise Again…

    For

    Death

    There

    Is Greater
    Life to come still
    my FRiEnD As Stars
    Burst Dying in Crucible
    Fire of the Flowers and
    Seeds Super Nova Explosions

    Resurrecting Gaseous Star Dust

    Still Comes as Iron in Our Blood
    Stream And Core of Earth Same

    FLoWinG

    Death
    Is Life
    As Night
    Brings Day
    And DarK Brings LiGHT
    From No Thing to ALL We
    See Be And Do to BRinG A SMiLe..:)

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  11. A beautiful, reflective poem, Hema.

    Death is a popular topic in art, literature, and dramas. Death can be a tragedy or a welcome relief, depending on the circumstances. Some people fight to live; others choose to end their lives. Some people live a long time, but waste their lives; others accomplish a lot in a very brief life. Some people are killers; others save lives. The possibilities are endless!

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  14. i’ve personally had a phase where i dwelled on this fact a lot, i still do, and i love this post so much. your poem captures the emotion and i love how you’ve articulated it.
    “I find death to be the most interesting thing to think about.
    Would there be flowers dropping from sky,
    would my words fade away,
    would my paintings be restored,
    would there be angels coming from heaven
    to carry me to their place,
    would there be people to cry after I’m gone, gone far away?”
    this stanza 😍🥺
    p.s. waiting for more dark poetry, love itttt ❤

    i think you'd like to check this out – https://theetherealunicorn.wordpress.com/2020/07/24/can-you-fix-a-broken-heart/

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