Rite of passage

"I am hungry and tired,
I have spent years and years
Battered and in transit
There seems to be no end to my journey"
Said dad to the gatekeeper
Why should I be in such a state
Where I have no body left to feel pain
Why cannot I be like the other souls
Pass through from this purgatory
He repeated.

You shall be here
For you have not been forgiven
And as such you have been given no food
The ones who are let go
Without forgiveness , forever roam here
Until they are forgiven
And prayed for, by those that let you go
Said the Yamadoot

He waited and waited
For 28 years
Until his offspring could forgive
And as such at the ghat of Bharatapuzha
They assembled for his final rite of passage
Prayers and offerings,
Of sesame and rice, Oil and curd
Sandalwood , tulasi and flowers
Offered him his release, seeking his blessings
Yet the crows wouldn't eat

All that remained were dips in the river
And his son
Letting go of his bitterness and grudge
Thanked him for his existence
And let him go , for it was his epiphany
For though the son a preacher of forgiveness
Had finally learnt to forgive truly
The crows swept in
The pooja now complete
He had let his father finally pass on

May his soul finally find peace
And in so, may he be reborn
And this time maybe he may shine
Like stars in the sky
Bright and beautiful.

Friends of misfit

Glass, glass, my dear glass
What do you see
Is it the moron or the morose
When you feed me an elixir to numb
Do you think of yourself as high and mighty
In such numbness
I see you for your real truth
Nothing but an evil scheming demon
Binding me to enslavement
The very most seek to escape
To me you are the worst
Yet us demons need to meet often
For the others won't let either of us be
They see no meaning of us
Not when kind
Neither when nice
To them we are just demons
And we shall always be so
Neither of us want to hurt someday
But even those days we are outcasts
Tell me my dear dear glass
Is that why you too meet me?
Since we are like we are two peas
In a pod of a beanstalk
Called the world.

Reach

Another day has gone by
And it is as empty as the previous
Where has the thirst of wanting to wake
Of wanting to make or break
Of wanting to breathe gone?

Is it in a lampooned dream
Of wanting to soar the seas
Or fly across the face of the earth
Watching the blue and green splash
As they erode rocks
Make continents move?

Has the mind that was intrepid
Given way to be distilled into nothingness
Or has the purpose of the said main
Been burnt to cinders in the fire
Of your heart that glows
with hatred for me
Or the beautiful indifference you reek
for me
For my soul and my very presence

If so then we are at peace
For then we have reached,
I sought this
And you wanted to do so to one soul
It is done, done without remorse
Just as I raised you to be
Armed you with the very shiny glass
That now are through my soul
Breathe, you are finally free
We both have found what we wanted.
Stay blessed, stay beautiful.

The Lighthouse

It has been a beautiful sea
the ships has sailed past safe
I find no more light within
To shine through the amber glass
No oil in the lamps remain
That has kept the ships in cautious sight
As the navigators passed on by
Blessing me with kisses of gratitude
Post the years on this rocky shelf
Lashed upon at times by the mighty sea
Angry due to the stormy winds
Yet she would often bring me
Fleets of dolphins
Flocks of seagulls
Often to hide me in her ocean mist
Yet she would let my light shine through
As I sign off my duties now
This light house takes a bow
Like all unions, this too must pass
I shall live in the memories of whence .