Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


a ceremony on the bed!


The warmness spread through the thoughtless mind,
To make the fist size machine not to pound,
The rhythm of music in the closet of the chest,
The tip toe dance of the victorious trend,
The heat spreads through the stomach and the limps,
They are possessed with the haunting ancestral spirit,
The touching of tissues makes them to dance and sprint,
Contained on mattress of burning gas of fossil woods,
The unfulfilled desire is left behind for the mortals to dream,
Before the journey is done on the bed of four wheel barrel drum,
Decorated with the choicest flowers with loving notes,
Sprinkled with the fast evaporating perfume, hard to smell,
The final betrothal of water and fire, to churn out ashes,
The last rituals of anaerobic rotting in the comfort of velvety mosses,
A soul from the union of two souls, has left and arrived to pay the taxes,
Everything is quiet and peaceful after the ceremony finishes.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 05, 2012

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  • Kanniappan Kanniappan (6/24/2013 11:48:00 PM)

    Nicely described about the life and last rituals. I could understand better after your explanation to Thomas A Robinson. 'Everything is quiet and peaceful after the ceremony finishes' is true, but the quarrel starts then only between the children for property. (Report) Reply

  • Kanniappan Kanniappan (6/24/2013 11:32:00 PM)

    Nicely described about the life and last rituals. I could understand better after your explanation to Thomas A Robinson. 'Everything is quiet and peaceful after the ceremony finishes' is true, but the quarrel starts then only between the children for property. (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (1/9/2013 8:30:00 PM)

    Taxes means what ever we have to pay to God after our death, for our sins in the form of karma or punishment! TAR, Donating organ is a charitable act, but one must have courage and a good heart to donate their body for medical research and learning. Thank you for the comments! (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (1/9/2013 7:10:00 AM)

    Is this the customary funeral pyre...the burning of the body by the river.
    Taxes? ...one must pay taxes to be burned. All very interesting but I have donated my body to science
    if I die in the USA. At least it may go to educating a doctor of the future (Report) Reply

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