No! Really! I am literally a bone pile
Used to have a life
But now, as you can see
Jumbled carcass use for none
Call me…uh… Mr. Bone Pile!
Suits me, don’t you think?
A clutter of calcium
With comeliness only on Halloween night
Life in death
Possible? Yes?
U don’t think so?
Thoughts with wings are clipped
For they are dead
Do we die just to be buried and turn to dust?
Or is there an ostentatious heaven waiting for us?
With the histrionic trimmings
Of chubby angels and Golden gates
Waiting for us with open arms
If there is one, my friend
Can skeletons be allowed entry?
Or is there a garish gruesome hell?
The domain of Mr. Fearsome scorching ex-angel dude
Where we get roasted on the pit for sins past.
If there is one, my friend
Can skeletons be allowed entry?
What if…
What if this is it?
We live, we die, we are buried
With glories sung in our name
Those laurels, half-truths is what they are
As we surely know
All that is left and will soon turn to dust is me
Mr. Bone Pile
I will be what remains
Ha! Remains! (chuckles)
I guess that’s what I am
Well, what really is life after death?
Guess what my friend,
Think! Yes, yes, all that crap of the soul going to heaven and hell…
Yes! Ideas which you hold so dear
But have you proof ?
Confirmation from the dead?
I didn’t think so.
Now see, I am real
You who demands reality in an age in which sanity is each his own
This is what life after death is
This is who life after death is.
Take a good look my friend
A pile of bones is what you’ll also be
What? Heaven and hell, do they exist?
HELL NO!
Um… excuse my vocabulary….
As I was saying, NO!
If there were such, won’t I be in either?
After all, am I not a creation of that mighty maker
Unsettling it may be my friend,
But its a fact
We live, we die, we are buried
Move on with your life friend, and let me contemplate
For there’s nothing else I can do.
But sit around, be a pile of bones
For, guess what?
This is what life after death is!!
A pile of bones!
No more! No less!
- M.Rose
chinny said...
much food for thought! liked ur style.
July 24, 2008 at 2:21 AM
rajeev menon said...
poetry is words that breathe and thoughts that burn...
purely these are lively breaths and burning thoughts
August 4, 2008 at 11:03 AM
Mathew Kalarickal said...
is this ur mastr creation.....
i din get tht feel tht i got while readin DREAD VISION.....
March 28, 2010 at 10:04 AM
M.Rose said...
@ mainiac: Well, this was experimental! So got a lil long winded(got carried away actually!) Its one of the thoughts that i hav often....wat is life after death? Is there? Isn't there? We never really know!
March 28, 2010 at 12:56 PM