Deathless Death Poem by Nirmal Kumar Thapa

Taking the first sigh on this planet; a glance around the world;
With your first crying,
Shouting the demands of joy
Even without smelling the sagacity;
You demands horrific tears
Being meaningless,
I can sense the deeper entails of your crying
Perhaps, you may be grieving with fear of death
Unknowingly
A journey from the cradle to a grave
From a reckless infant to a mystic older soul,
From a brighter shine to a stout pale ray, I know your vexation;
For a lavishing survival,
How to guard your soul;
Didos for savoring equanimity,
And where are you going?
Stepping moments towards a grave!
You can't catch the all
Everything is accompanying, your security, safety, and leading you to the boneyard,
Before the death arrives,
Get delighted with festive being-ness, forgetful of your aim;
Don't rush your existence-too meaningless,
If you couldn't tap your feet under the blissful shine,
No realization can ever, lets you smell the iciness of grave,
So, don't miss the great songs of life
Feel the rhythm and dance, before to go a deep-sleep,
Dance without songs and music
Cheer-up from your silent-world
You may stir your own-ness melody
A music, far away from Beethoven's
Cherishing a divine music of Cosmo-flute,
But such silence Is hard to keep to relish at very moments,
While you lived silently
It brings the completeness, intensely
Then you comprehend those moments,
A death of deathlessness;
Graveyard is aimed but death is not,
While you endured wholly,
A journey to enjoy deep enough into self,
Can also enjoy the journey to grave;
Are you missing the eternal principle of life?
A real fruit of life?
You're stepping towards a mere depart of your life,
As uttering with tears
You surprised me with,
don't lose your own joy
that you can sense sitting alone silently,
Death seeks a normal visit,
That you most welcome and celebrate;
For an ultimate challenge of the unknown
Enter in death enjoying a silent song
Then death is no more a fear of soul,
Take it as a sutra
A mantra of life, like ~
OM MANE PADME HUMSATYEM SHIVAM SUNDARAM
And exert it in your own inner space,
Where your beloved one has placed;
Live adventurously with a wild-wisdom,
Cheer up your Laughter without gags,
A great joke laughs on me
Birth is nothing but live it with a source of passion,
Reunite your passion with the next ardor
That's called a real death…Ahhh…LIFE,
A journey towards cosmic way,
Only the White clouds hide me
Because all colors of desires come from white
May be, it baffled me from far ago,
These verses are the proof of my madness, a love for life,
Although, I have no fear of death like yours
Yes I already stand with the death
My loneliness and you make me
More mystic… walks upon dead body
At the midnight with lonely moon
I stand with starvation
That may called a death
No it should be big letter
DEATH,
A black art on the night canvas.

-8th sept-2007