Through the periscope of time
Through the periscope of time
Priests and prophets, seers and psychics, astrologers and shamans;
Liars, liars all of them, charlatans.
Parlour tricks, chicanery, smoke and mirrors.
In this tapestry of dust, held together by the stitches of constance
That is immutable, indisputable, invincible, invariable;
Primeval.
In the womb of death, cosy and warm,
The warmth of death that chills the warmth of life,
That swallows in its unfathomable belly, the colours of vivacity;
Bleed into that wet, warm, cosy, cushy, enshrined, venerably lain
For the departed souls to read, if there were souls!
To read as an initiation into the sanctum sanctorum of
Mother Mortality, where all are her equally
Beloved, servient children; restless and eager to please!
Devoted, dying to serve and revel in unending bliss. Ecstatic, rapturous,
To be for good, removed from the execrable living mudball.
Thankful and worshipful, in timeless supplication
And dreading the squalour and perils of lives that they endured.
They are now, inert and sated.
The tapestry that is stitched with the spool of truth reads:
"What is born, must die. Mother death gets what
She wants from her children. Her children must
Return to her. She will reclaim her babies.
She cannot live without them. Her rights
Are supreme and final. No one can foretell her.
No one can tame her. She tames all. She always wins.
And in her hold all shall rest.
She does not discriminate. She does not differentiate.
Her love and want are blind.
We may wander further and further away from her,
For longer and longer.
We can outrun but can't hide and can't win.
We can watch her through the periscope of time
And delight in the demise of our fellow men
As we petty humans are wont to do.
While we are looking through the periscope of time
At the lives of the dead,
Mother death is looking at the lives of the living, in return.
She cares more for her unreturned children,
For the ones she claimed are sleeping blissfully in her cot.
Never to be severed from her again
Nor she from them
After having suckled on the teats of
Mother death. Teats that discharge the
Ethereal milk of a mother that
Lulls and becalms the children to never complain,
To feel no pain. To lay and sleep for all time.
Such is the power of a mother's love.
Her rights, her children's rites. Her love conquers all."
By Kumar Neelotpal
About this poem
This attempt at prosody by me is of raising that one truth which has gone unchallenged and that is death is inevitable. Life will succumb to death. All living things must die. The warmth of death, personified as a mother, is so potent that it makes life seem and feel cold to touch. Death wins. We may smile, laugh, scheme and do all kinds of deeds, we may forget that our time is limited, we may bury ourselves in gratification and lusts of various kinds but in the end all men, good and evil shall report at Mother death's asylum. more »
Written on December 28, 2021
Submitted on December 28, 2021
Modified on March 18, 2023
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