Life

BRINGING LIGHT BACK TO LIFE 

Into dying arms of fate my mien was staged stillborn 

As topsy-turvy over twisted brows, inlaid upon those majestic crowns

O! Such stuff hung up in air, quite contrary on its own 

Into airings put forth as untenable breaches;

Unto risings ineffable so tempestuously grown 

O! Look! To that, 

A subdued pang, a dead beat to an impulse, still lingers on,

And ,as of , in cut-throat melancholy, none the worse, for that : I was born

Yet seeding beneath those constant twists a humble hope hankered on 

For though, as in the broken,

A wreathing arrow affronts its harrows,

And so frighteningly— comes up forging on

Therein, my feebler spirit lifts off it’s own wings, gathering hope to carry on

Thusly, as the raging yonder eclipses it’s own virtues to a world so scurrilously spun

To that, my heart, from dead beat to cold fleets, seeks it’s own contents’ calm 

And thereof, thinking, when I shut it all up, the hearth shall finally feel —that —fealty warmth?!

Then the rendering speech lights up the day, as though, a new morn has gotten freshly born 

And, as if, showing up in words, as it duly does, penning in all other paradoxical forms

But, even though to some, all this may seem like a passing flaunt

Hereby, I do dare to bear what others have blundered upon

Unsayable, as it is, in this diverse world of unequals , the secular in me just carries on.

Yet thereupon, for this silence to play it’s dirge, over and above, those dying groans…

To that, I move on ….

And to that roar as in a vowed voice doubling along

‘Tis Quite right, when you say: I was transformed...Yes, Into another —into which, my essence was taken;

And like a presence in transitions, I was left to bygones !

But that was, when I was young, with innocence lain upon coffins for others to mock on !

Crucially so, many rough rufflers were then called upon , And they—with their two fold follies, dug up graves, into which I was casually thrown

Not so much as in reality, my essence in presence, with no traces of the formerly —seemed totally all gone 

Yes, life with its ups and downs, did surprise me with its own divulging turns

Tacitly tearing an image—so commonly found…

O! Look ..LIFE …in mild sleeps still echoed along

Then, time as swift as six scores to sevens also buddied along

For if in living there were adversaries, then in giving, every faulted destiny chased me around ….

And on and on and on to stand, came treaties to make their tireless runs

Onwards they moved with mirths growing, growling to take on their final ground

Thereof it all appeared, stamped and sealed —as if ‘twas “already normed.”

To that , 

While abhorring the senselessness hopscotching my soul, everything seemed —as though —some evildoer had spun that pun all around

So much so —unforeseen, and with all the extended envies, there came many discomforting turns

And for every renewing  day under the sun, and until it was all —finally—said and done —

Perhaps there, my WILL, the bread n butter of my sustenance ,kick- balled me to another spun —supposedly —a powerful tireless run!

Seemingly determined, reviling me into quite another, but in actuality, I was literally overturned

Certainly, That WILL —which tried well to distill my deaths’ mocking returns, and much like life ‘outliving itself , I h’d found myself—lost and seemingly found …

Yeah! But journey continued on …

That in which we expect one thing, altogether another gets pushed around

So Why ?! So why redeeming us so,

O! Lord, such a WISE rushes on? 

Of what worth is this barter when heaven’s glory—Pays a heavy price to every Ounce 

Is this life ? 

Yes,  it’s this —sweet life with it’s renewed intensity, just renews itself back for a chance..as if to bounce back with an expectant glance

Yet again … life …it keeps on going …Scattered unsheathed to every service of the heart, and to every mind toiling hard and in recurring resets THAT time remains in time, as though, totally rewound…

Time unbound ?!

Further on …then a light emerges piercing shadows to be found; quickly risen to ascend and dance,

Out of nowhere yet very much —there as if fully tranced...

In its sheer evanescence, it gets up, dresses up, for yet another —naked truth to be reborn

 Yes , erasing this existence which makes it’s false claims, and thereupon,

A new I or with renewed eyes

I shall be newly BORN ....

Plucked from a consequence as I walk through those eternal paths, quite unbound

 Yes, failing to fetch me at first ,my maker, keeps me , thusly, spellbound!

Yet this journey which invariably accompanies me from birth to death and also rebirth, affirms to say this — 

Come, slide pass on and go on until all stages are over and your pithy work is all done —until then, carry on!

© ✍️ Madhu Goteti March 27th , 2025