I have got my life all wrong
Even the way I was born
Feet first and head last.
Education was a farce, career
As chequered as a
Chess board.
Thoughts race out of my mind
At alarming speeds
Memories fade out from the brain
With incredible haste.
While rusted knowledge and crusty convictions
Hang on refusing to bow out
Cluttering the mind leaving no space for the new.
The day my soul frees itself
And jumps into infinity
Will my Ego disappear like
Evaporated cologne
Its fragrance wafted into
Surrounding air
Or will it leave a stench behind
Like dead rat under a cupboard
Remains to be seen by others
Thank God! Not by me
(Hyderabad) ( September 02, ' 09)
a sweet cologne and not a foul smelling dead rat you know with all the wordly wizardy you show the day they come for you, the world shall stand in between and request you - Please dont go.............. Good poem, just check the spelling of HAMG (Hang)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a lovely poem about the personality we wear when we are around and what happens to it once we leave..i have never come across such a poem and you have done it beautifully well..i take this into my favs