Saturday, September 25, 2010


Don't believe the man
Who says he has no desire left
That he has no regret
That he has packed his bags
Ready to board the last train.
Watch his eyes leap to life
When a pretty woman passes him
The flicker of smile
On his lips
The dip into a secret memory.
Speaking for myself
I still want to be young
Though I know I cannot
I envy the youth
Who can still hope
For whatever they want
Look forward to everything.
There is plenty of time left
The friendship can still be mended
The house built
The job changed
The love declared
The apologies made
The forgiveness sought
The debts paid,
Will the elixir be found
In my time
So that I can go on and on?


P. Venugopal said...

Will the elixir be found
In my time
So that I can go on and on?...
I have a feeling, Prabhakar, that the elixir is within your reach. Immortality is a reality, isn't it? Deep poem.

Balachandran V said...

The tragedy is, we never do the things when we ought to...

i don't wish I were young
Because I know I cannot be.
I do have still, an eye
For a passing pretty face
And for lands unseen yet.
I wish I could read and feel
And learn
All the things I never did,
Never could -
And quite possibly
Never would.

But I do dream -
Do you see the shadow of a smile
On my face?
I smile because I am happy
That I can still dream
And amused at the thought
That I could be dead -

What good could immortality
Give me? I know of not
Any dead
Who is happy being remembered.

To me, the Truth
is the Void.

Let me fill my cup now -
Lest tomorrow it would
Fall from my hand
And gather dust.

Prabhakar said...

After the immanence reportedly left him JK is said to have remarked "What did I do wrong?" I still wonder why he said that. Like Christ said on the cross "Father, why did you abandon me?" Is the sense of immortality an illusion like everything else?
"We are the stuff that dreams are made on?"

Balachandran V said...

You might remember the discussions on the topic of immortality in Venu's blog. The more I read, the more I learn, the more I understand and the more I reflect on it, the more i am convinced that there is no such thing. But why do we seek it? The answer is there in the question itself. How silly of us! Knowing fully well we are mortal, we have this panic attack, thinking of death. It is that bottomless fear, the knowledge deep inside us that there is no immortality that makes us wish for it. But then I can't understand this yearning. Now alive, I would be happy if my friends and family remember me; and that the story of my life is handed down to the next generations. But this happiness is for the now alive me. What would it matter when I am dead? Like the Salmons returning to the river head where they were born only to die and turn into feed that will sustain their spawn, I, Prabhakar, honestly would be content with knowing at the last moment of my life that if it had been worthwhile, this often weary, often lively, business of living.

Freedom is to be free of illusions; that is, if one is courageous enough to break free.
I quote none! :)

Prabhakar said...

Yes. "Truth is not a matter of opinion. It is." The obverse of the mood in this poem is one of understanding that life must end.
This realisation can even free us of all desires. as normal human beings we keep swinging from clarity to confusion!The best thing is to travel cheerfully, staying in the moment as far as possible. This brings us to Venu's realisation that immortality is in the moment and in all moments.

Balachandran V said...

Yup! :)