WHISPERS: Old Man at The Ghat

Some verses in Free Form Haiku on 'Pain'
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Pain is 
When you feel like
Stopping the sunrise 

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Each day brings me

Hope
Always an imposter

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Your words; A mantra
I keep chanting them
To numb my pain 
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The beauty of loneliness
Lies in the pain
It gives her love 
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This image is from holy city Varanasi,
On the banks of river Ganges @2004

I saw the old man at the Ghat*

(A bathing place at the river bank)

Long time back, but

He still continues to follow

Me and my thoughts

Incite me to dig deeper

On life

On death

On belonging that is lost.

But he does not know

I am handicapped too

By pain, loss and loneliness

Life to be, has become

A colorless phase

Slowly passing, grain by grain

Like the sand, in the hour glass.

I have no clear vision

Even dreams are marred

By an imposter

Hope

Playing kaleidoscope of light

At the end of tunnel

Why there is a light, only at the end

In tunnels of life

Which never ends, Alive

At the end

And we blindly live, on and on

And I keep walking, on and on

Dripping past Karma

In drops of sweat and tears

Creating a fiery blood line

That keeps me burned to the past

I believed that I am loosing it all

It’s been so long

The old man now walks besides, me

Holding my hand, talking

Knowing

Feeling

That I am lost too

In the maze of life

Dust claims dust

We will die too

With Karmic baggage intact

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ॐ नमः शिवाय 

Om Namah Shivaya

The old man at the Ghat (The bathing place on the banks of a river) was first published in One Stop Poetry (- a vibrant group of great poets). To read the interview and selected verse and my thoughts on Karma Yoga,

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Submitted to Monday Poetry Potluck Nov 14, 2010
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