19, జులై 2012, గురువారం

Life sans life


Looking at people
As I am looking at myself
Scores of pores over the skin
Pouring thoughts from mind to pen
I see my carcass in my image,
It is smelling of dead body cells
Emitting odor, not bearable
Like shedding of cells from the skin,
And sweat is only an odor with no life
It is equally mortal
Except that it is still a sign of life
Because of this burning soul
Is this me or just that the world is this way...
Thoughts pondering
I see, when I am gone, how people may look at me
Perhaps, it is not so much as how my body looks
Perhaps it is also what I felt and did and said
May be one day, we will all see one another eye to eye
If not now may be later..
Until later..

Uma Pochampalli

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