The other end of life… Ghantasala Nirmala . Know not where we have come from… Nor how the lustrous drive… stretching endlessly… Tapers off to a trail of luminescence… And gets engulfed in the endless sooty sea… Aren’t they true? Among us those Cheerful pubescent countenances Beauteous black mascara streaks… Or, is it only a myth? Should all these wits and shades of moon wilt under funeral band? Has the cradle of death for eons been rocking man to eternal sleep? Stretching her icy hand Does Damsel Death continue to steal the lukewarm human heaving? For that matter, if one of us were to leave suddenly What would happen to these enthralling tunes, oceans of excitement, Shake-hands, The sensuous cheeks that pulse to the caressing strum of a nail, Lukewarm emotions, blazing noons, nano-noted nights? Who knows what? Does moon then still yearn for us? At least, will an eye get wet in grief? Does the dank darkness deliver a shimmering jewel like us? Who knows! Who knows! Our having flinged the die-hard death amidst so many ‘who knows’s… Arriving coolly as a guest at the most unexpected hour Does she bite the knot of breath, in a breath? Like a staggering slate-pencil, Doesn’t she squiggle the death-sentence? Is it inevitable that the sudden silence should abruptly scissor The world we so immensely love, And the capering activity around? And walk over us? Must the corporeal cease? Should laughter be so short-lived? Is Departure the terminal truth? I know that the other end is all darkness. Pushed out of this body, I would be an ethereal …colorless, shapeless disjoint chain The truth …that once I get separated, With the haplessness of lacking shape, taste or voice I would remain watching the hiccoughs wailing over me… Is the worm … that eats into The pleasant fruit of the present. . Telugu Original: Ghantasala Nirmala. 1.11.06 Rate this:దీన్ని పంచుకోండి:పంచుకోండిలింక్డ్ఇన్ట్విట్టర్టంబ్లర్వాట్సాప్ఫేస్బుక్దీన్ని మెచ్చుకోండి:ఇష్టం వస్తోంది… 2 వ్యాఖ్యలుమార్చి 12, 2012