Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light

Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze,  
bringing reminiscences of olden days.  
   
When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.  
No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes.  
   
Mother, you have gone away;  
oh, dear mother let the memories rest beneath your eyelids.  
   
But never close your eyes!  
The imageries still dance in them as if you’re still alive!    
   
 While vibrancy in your quiet eyes remains, I'll save  
this voiceless reflection I saw from a mother's hushed eyes.  
   
Mere images from when I was a child,  
and often when I'll be sorrow-hearted, these reflections will then give me joy;  
   
so, while life does remain in cycle, the memories she has protected;  
those reflections I saw from a mother's hushed eyes.    
   
Oh, I remember the life of my mother's glossy eyes,  
my reception of joy to her when I returned home,  
   
always gently did her eyelids come to a rest  
as she used to sit and wait for me to speak,  
   
but now are not closed, and silent;  
though they have left me for the cold of death,  
   
but while mute voices do persist, in those images I'll remember  
this vivid reflection I saw from a mother's hushed eyes.

Have you ever been trap within an image while you are trying to fall a sleep but yet it interrupts your true ability to fall silently to sleep with peace in your mind and soul, but yet your mind seems not to want to turn itself off for your perspective becomes an illusion of disillusion of a powerful anticipation giving you a glimpse of nothing but the end of darkness at the end of the tunnel.
                                                                                                                                       For as you go deeper into shredded strips of metals of elements of your most darkest moments of your life and world with its viciousness of its seductive thoughts, teasing you into believing that which what you see is only a mere illusion of your mind reflecting the true images and feelings of your mind and heart and soul.                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                  For you are deeply confused as the overwhelming feelings slowly begins to takes even a deeper hold of your inner spiritual soul for your sanctuary has no longer become your own cause sleep wont come to you, for darkness has roam through your silent thoughts gripping you and holding you within a deep trance shackling your mere ability to think and massage the deepness of your inner thoughts.                                                                      
                                                                                                                                  
For the end of darkness is truly a journey and travel and walk through the tunnels were the end of darkness controls your most mind deepest thoughts, were dreams become real and life becomes your mission unbound by space or time for you are the the survivor of your own destination of your own life.

 
 
ripples…. are they parting or merging?
 
there is silence of the pools  
between a harshly fallen drop & its  
splashing diehard circumferential  
spread…
the building up sound …as it explodes  
diffusing traceless into much of thirsted  
drunkenness  
of the parching earths now in  
an uncomfortable silence....that  
space  
 
that may be  
a jerky manipulative mould  
in that’s so  
stuffed upon in frilly layered lies  
one after another after another… its  
bulky  
hardened boldening holds that’s  
s t r a n g u l a t i n g  
the touched soiling base unto a sudden  
shockingly shrunken clot- pressurized  
& pulled up  
in a temporal levitation..only  
to be freefalling suicidal  
out of the already  
loosening grips... now  
resurfacing  
in a crackdowning  
blackout  
 
bones  
in clutching protuberance  
in some ossified decades  
now blow out in a famine’s erosive
severity …its unsettling turbidity  
of deathly dusts in darkly rise  
 
penning thumb  
a bloodied line of cease-fireless  
violence..swollen to be a  
blown out benumbing  
……..distorting aghori-fications
still an adamant stud of frontline  
rebellion daring naked degrees  
 
-its pillowed facades  
press against the ghastly printing  
rollers-their bladed & bundled  
stemming entirety in catalytic thrusts  
flowing fuelling as the burning  
midnight oil…..in a wanton orgasmic  
squeeze desirous of its craved  
paining needs it paints.... in  
its splashes of pure exuding  
exuberance  
 
….is a  
legendary irony, breaking  
any recorded limits  & shackles  
of your defining rigours… this, this, this  
…is what is the red of freedom & love    
in a spectacle- a rarity spotted reindeer  
ah, this reindeering again & again now!  
--with its sparking firebulbous eyes---
 
[in  yogic calming mixing  
fixtures of unifying streams  
unto this aching soul  
----their branching horns’  
a firmly networking silence  
enmeshing in an ageless grip  
of earthly brown  
rootedness..tagging skies &  
souls, amidst rapid-fire chaos  
of monsoonal flooded flows  
-----symbolical signs of a hiccupping  
absential presence, a nostalgically  
kicking out radicalized radicle  
in arrival]
 
----their eyes
of sparking ignitions rise  
above as lanterning fireflies…taking  
on the sinking down darkness oddities  
by their minutely infinite winged kites  
in blindingly lamplit- a holy incensing
light(ness) uprising  
 
 
struck thunderous--
 a robustizing ephemerality
downpours..... thinning as  
drizzly electrifying streaks  
over the deeply stagnating  
blackened cavities-  
with their camouflagingly mapped  
slanting adjacent slopes…diffusing
as creased platinal electroplatings  
in partial winking blinking kohl-eyed
mystical glistens  
---in the trying blanket  
smothering of the reindeering's  
fire-eyed luminescence---

 
darkness
of the mind—a thickly  
stirring in viscous solidities  
in the limitless breaking… by  
infusing penetrance—of  
the entwining brilliance, the  
light(ness) & their partial  
scattering  
 
---all in the churning of eternal sun's flaming  
elixir, Devaamirtham of souling depths
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

A final breath then came sight so focused and so clear.
Gone were all the ghosts of thought and the grave of fear.
Moments filled my clouding eyes each breaking through a haze.
Cherished memories going back to long forgotten days.
My beloved’s hand was of the first in passion clenching tight.
And like a prayer came the words, “All will be all right.”
A body frail makes lazy days with time’s slow ebbing tide.
Shown was my soul’s retreat with my love still at my side.
The children of my children each sat upon my knee.
My nighttime tales hushed them quiet as they slept so dreamily.
Then born to my son and daughter came children of there own.
Holidays filled with laughter rang through out my happy home.
 I saw again the wedding vowels of two that once were mine.
How sad and proud I had become at this special time.
I smiled at a happy memory with a friendly familiar face.
At chores I’ve done and of scenes of a far-flung distant place.
My children went from on there own back into waiting arms.
How carefully I cradled them and protected them from harm.
Again my thankful eyes were filled with my children’s birth.
I gazed once more at the face of angles here on earth.
Vows of love by joined young souls sharing a single life.
I watched as my beloved and I became a husband and a wife.
Childish scenes came in a flurry of school and some of play.
My fathers smile and mothers hug were more than words can say.
At last a bed of final rest lays a peaceful form.
Scars from toil lines from worry upon its face are worn.
The hand once clenched now feels soft but never lost its grip.
Hand in hand are an eager two resuming their eternal trip.