Gaurav Ojha
Fill your pages with blue and yellow blaze
Echoes of mellow grief with your thunderous gaze
SEE you have the world hanging on half
With a white rabbit on your lap
WEAR that tattered hat
SIT beside that sallow pond full of green frogs
Gulp along some dried peanuts and peas
As the shadows of delight fades before your eyes
Think of yourself as a man waiting to be soft as pulp
They will remain here, mountains and trees
Only you shrink away
Look you are dying from everywhere
There is nothing worse than the comfort of memories
When the thinker dies and all his thoughts remain empty
Before you go, leave us with something to chew upon
Some songs of hush to the roars of your rudeness
Give us some courage and comfort from our decay
From now on just remember, write and write
Take a deep breath, the maker of truth
The art you shall make, will last for some days
[Gaurav Ojha is engaged as a Faculty of communication, critical thinking, academic writing and marketing research at different educational institutions. As a part of his creative interests, Mr. Ojha has regularly published opinion posts, poems and articles on a wide range of topics from death, disease, social issues, and humanism to post-religious spirituality.]