The Final Deliverance: Need of Our Times!

Pranab Ghosh

The letters
Go on to add.
Words form...

Ideas...!

The
More
The
Merrier...?

Clashes...
Civilization...

War...
Peace...

Revolution...
Evolution...

Darwin... 
The imperialists...
The usurpers...
The rulers...
The dominion...

If you want to expel one,
why not expel the other?

And...

Finally yourself...?

"Well...
Who will rule then?"

The dissapearing state...!
What if, what you rule
'wither' away?

Theory and practice...?

Old proverbs made new
Old wine in a new bottle?

Births...
Deaths...
Life in between...

Go
On
And
On
And...

On!

The mechanics of being
MECHANICAL?

The dialectics of life...?

Particles matter.
But suspended particulate matters?

It does!
Do they not?

Yes!

Too much of those?
Too little of those?

Well...
'Environmentalist's attitude' to life?

Live Green
Stay Green
Protect the Green.

Green?

Do not go 'green'... please!

Grin!
Grin!
Grin!

'Envy' seems to be the trigger
to make and mar?!

Well...

'Greed'... . Has that anything to do with envy?

What is the relationship between...
4
And
16
And
64

Envy...
Greed...

'What gets multiplied and to beget what?"

How many times?

Time questions time...
Time questions the time keepers...
Time questions the dawn
And
The dusk...

The river bathes in the rays
of the dying sun...

It's color changes

Ripples take shape as
the launch moves... .
Waves touch the shore...
its color does not change... !
The soil, a mixture of
fertility and memories
bolsters the story of civilization...
of lovers standing, squatting, sitting...
and
even lying on it, with

Dreamy...
Perturbed...
Vacant...

Eyes...?!!!

You carry the life, the remnants of it too
that fire fails to turn into ashes...

In an earthen pot
Covered in soil
And 
That
Pot...
Waves
Feed
On...

Waves
After
Waves

They do not have names...
Or any identity...

They only come
One
After
The
Other
And
Submerge...

'Your memories?!'

Grief?
Existence?

You cannot look back
You can only...

Break
And
Fetch
And
Move on...

Without
Looking
Behind?

What is left behind...
What is forgotten 
What is said
And
What is undone?

What you did
thousands before you had done
and thousands after you would do...

The repetition 
Of life and death
And
Rituals...

Following 
Registration...?

Chroniclers are important!

We know...!

My history...
My emotions...
My memories...

The state keeps a tab!

That far
And
No further!

A
Tale...

What if someone
con to dupe another one
in life and in death?

What if...
What if...
What if... ?

As you stand alone by the
windy river and see
the waves getting carried away
by the breeze, not into the sea,
but into your veins and they begin
to throb, not with pain, neither joy,
but something... something... something...
that is beyond the realms of senses - the feelings you had always managed to describe with the help of your sensory 
organs, but not today!

Today seems to be different...

Different!
Different!

Your sensory organs have not
failed, neither are they on a
holiday; only the waves of the
rolling river have moistened them
to such an extent that neither the
wind nor the heat, so integral to
the sultry evening by the side of the 
Kolkata river, can manage to make
them as responsive to the emotional
triggers as they shall have been!

No...
No...
No...

They respond...
They are responsive...
They are like the spirit that
has departed, they are as
eternal as life itself,
unscathed by the elements...

Yet they are affected!

Yet they are...

The sensory organs...!

The waves roll on
So does the time...

When will the time come?

You queue up...

Both in life
And
In
Death!

Your time has come!
You are ready...

The final remnants of life
And
The
Burden
You
Get

"You are rid now of the...
BURDEN!"

You are!

You see the burden 
turn into ashes...

Are you free
Now?

Are you?

The
Burden...?!

Well life weighs
me down
Pins me down
Harder

Harder!
Harder!

When will you break free?

My heart isn't a combustible 
Engine
There's no four-wheel drive
There's no driver's seat
There's no power steering 
There's no...
Muscles and
No
Wheels
Turn...

But
Even
Then...

Life rolls on...

And you watch 
from a distance
with all impartiality...

Life rolls on
And...

Well...

Where are your skates?

What?

Glide!
You will have to...
Your body has become 
too heavy for your legs!

The weight of the land 
is crushing you
pulling you down
perhaps to the center of the Earth!

Center of the Earth?

It's to the childhood sci-fi...
Mind you...

It's real...

Life here has flown out
of the final layer of the...

Gravitation denied
there's nothing to pull it
back, keep it in its place...

It has been thrown into the 

VOID

that will not even, when overcome,
help you reach the eternal source
of life, beyond chaos... !

It will have to be broken
into pieces, shredded
And
Then
Renewed!

The control panel has
gone berserk... .
No man can hit on
the 'right' button...

All malfunctioning 

And...

There's no auto-drive
mode... an absolute
failure in planning!

And
Hence
Execution!

You are...
Executed!

Executed!
Executed!
Executed!

You will have to...

Eliminate!
Liquidate!

And
Then
Regenerate!

That's the...

DEMAND!

And...
Deliver one must!
***

Bio: Pranab Ghosh is an internationally published award-winning journalist, writer and poet. His third anthology of poems, Karma Cola, has been published by the UK-based Impspired.com in June 2023. His fourth anthology of poems, Love, Religion and Politics is slated for release shortly.

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