Friday, April 23, 2010

The last rites. Really?

Burning in the hallow of fire,

Priests chanting around the pyre,

Flowers adorning, covering the big attire,

Marking the end of life, or beginning of a satire?


Under the shadow of time, filled with life’s maze,

Recalling the animated video with a haze,

Helping in bringing out the new face,

For the eudaemonia of the next phase.


A phoenix born on that day,

Sparked by a matchstick from her tray,

Made her to sway, losing the fray,

And now, nothing could stop it from being mirthful and gay.


4 comments:

Divya A L said...

ohh so you believe in life after death!! ;) :P hehe just kidding!!

Very very very very well written!!! Splendid!!

dilip said...

@Divya:
'Life after death' is a metaphor for a lot of things. We should all believe in it..:)

And hey thanks a lot! :)

Nikhil said...

Total bouncer for Deepthi and me!! But keep on writing, someday sometime we'll understand something! :D

dilip said...

@Nikhil:
lol..:)