My Poems - Metanoia

(i)

Dying n taking birth
in bits
each day.
this is what I heard
This is
the way..

  (ii)

A part of me remains
on the pyre
annihilating
A part of me plays
in the cradle
sprouting forth


  (iii)

one lip mumbles
an obituary,
another says a lullaby
a dead tear in one , while a twinkle
in the other eye

(iv)

I take a dip
in the Ganges, Playing with my own remains Awakened to the changing real
In the earth of my
deep conscience


- Pakhi-