June 16, 2010

Reflection



I look at the tubes and the pipes
the machine that measures the pulse
Doctors with forceps, scalpel
and a body half slit open.

Operation theater it is;
the final act of my play
Only I have no lines this time,
Merely lie and wait for the exit.

Lifetimes of suffering
Now comes to an end
I feel no pain now..
I only feel numb.

3 comments:

Pritha said...

tussi thik ho na??? I hope you are well.. coming from you, I am sorry this was the first thought that came to my mind!!take care baby!muah!
P.S. loved the poem ... :))

looking within said...

Have read "Death is a clown who doesn't know when to enter or exit in an act" ("Maranam Ranga Bodhamillatha oru Komali").

Unknown said...

@ pritha: hahah, I am doing good ma,just trying different things :D