Rani Turton


Mysteries - Poem by Rani Turton

There is a mystery in living
When, how, for how long and why
No need to use complicated rhetorical arguments
The devil's advocate I can play indeed
But the end is always the same
Its almost as if our lifespans are a timed game.

We can hop from land to land
For reasons only we can understand
We can lament and weep
Until at the end we finally sleep

To sleep perchance to dream
As a great poet once wrote
In lifespans, life's cycles, in moments of oblivion
I even forgot all that I wrote
The great mystery was not action or living
The great question was extinction and annihilation.

To come back to the essential
I, Me and Myself
My small insignificant life
Could I even presume to be remembered
After the third generation, the fourth maybe?
And what was it's essentiality?
Wicks flame, flicker and glow
That is finally the way I will go.


Comments about Mysteries by Rani Turton

  • (4/13/2008 2:26:00 AM)


    Great thoughts. Life is indeed a mystery. In it some do great deeds and leave their impression in history. I liked this poem. (Report) Reply

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  • PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE (4/11/2008 10:35:00 AM)


    every heart which awoken by love will stay in mind (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (4/7/2008 4:53:00 AM)


    as onto day we rave up from land to land
    in our own space and time with little pains and pleasures yet hand in hand
    in the midst of eternal stream as when blessed onto the finale
    and tomorrow we may be there and some among us may no be
    by the yesterday`s evening everthing beciomes the history................
    as the generation a head in a fine morning we may be remebered
    still we move on by the mystery of living, , , , , , , , , , , , , until annihilation................well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing
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  • (4/6/2008 9:56:00 AM)


    Could I even presume to be remembered
    After the third generation, the fourth maybe?
    And what was it's essentiality?
    Wicks flame, flicker and glow
    That is finally the way I will go.

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    You will be a particle with a stream consciousness into the planck time. Memory is no longer an issue.
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  • (4/3/2008 8:37:00 AM)


    life is like the one you mentioned, it flickers and glows and ultimately puts off...the span is bounded by living, understanding and dreaming...well expressed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 3, 2008


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