O My Beloved Death Angel

I know not why, people dread you so much
Perhaps they know not the bonanza,
         You bring with yourself
All of a sudden
         Endurance meets its terminal end
         Life's predicaments cease to torment
         Sufferings, pain and distress lose their intensity
         Anguish physical and mental glides away
Your embrace is so soothing and relieving
O My Beloved Death Angel
Your arrival has always been a great relief


You know the precise moment
When enough should be taken as enough
And life must take a turn
          To renew itself in a new form
To provide us the next opportunity
           To be, what we could not become
Your merciful clutch is always comforting
O My Beloved Death Angel
You are always the last hope and succour


Why are you delaying so much, this time
Do you really feel, I should endure even more
It's not that, I wait for you
I only know, your arrival as ever
            Would be a sudden abrupt bonanza
So it's time still, I should keep on my struggle

Sufferings and struggle have their own joy, no doubt
But your embrace has always been more reassuring
O My  Beloved Death Angel
This time, I really seek you


Adieu my friends
Here comes my beloved Angel, to take me with her
*=*

      Mitwa Vishwa
         2nd August,2017
  

I am with my own self, soothing my wounds

Abrupt sudden view of exchanging affection
Faces lighten up eyeing each other
Oblivious of my presence, amongst them
As if, I did not exist at my own home
Ache inside, I only could fathom, none to share

         I watch myself, becoming captive of agitation



Equanimity precariously maintained
Got perturbed violently 
Persistently the scene keeps repeating its show
Her acceptance of the offer of the other
And the other being a close kin, nearer to being a son
Pretense of  elderly affection unable to justify close proximity
Big dilemma, whom to accuse- Her or the close kin
         
          I watch myself, and my dilemma


These are the testing moments
To gauge, how much I have grown
Attempting to view the event, ten years hence
    'Looking back to laugh at the triviality of ache'
Yet the attempt fails
    Agitation tightens its grip

        I watch myself, my captivity and my agitation


Past similar events queue up to tease me
One by one, the faces lighten up, as if in playback
Also her facial sheen in their response
How they all were forgotten with time
     Yet remain so alive in memory lane
Mind keeps playing its own tricks

         I watch myself and my agonizing memories


To console myself, I do recall the events
When fingers could legitimately point towards me
Sure enough, I am no Saint either


Is this the time, to pardon my own self and her 
For the follies we commit, in spite of ourselves
Should we not live on?!

        I watch my own self,  and my soothing wounds

 .......Mitwa Vishwa
        July 30th,2017

Let love remain undefined, unexplained, yet lived

When we are content with  the present moment

What right do I have, over your next moment

Frolicking moments in the constant flux of life

Can never allow claim, of anyone over  the other

Let’s repeat our experience of joy, if you wish

And keep on repeating the same, till you wish

Yet, let’s not make it the end of our lives,

We can always part gracefully, when you wish

Let love remain undefined, unexplained, yet lived

No fidelity or infidelity in the moments lived together

There can’t be either even when we part with consent

Let Love remain  free, whether or not we are together

Second Inning Friends

March 26^th, 2013

Second Inning Friends

Lets be friends

In our second inning of life

How much richer are we,

By the joys, failings and sorrows

Of the inning first

Which we played, without rehearsals

Unaware of whirl-wheel of time, quirks of fate

Unprepared for things, not to our taste

Now is the life

More livable, more enjoyable

No expectations of any kind, from the other

Yet ever ready to share, one’s own pleasure

In gratitude, for everyday’s bonus

That the life bestows, on us together

To enliven the flagging spirits

For living the dreams, long cherished

To become somebody’s heart-throb

Yet again, before we perish

Come, lets be friends

*-*-*-*-*

Her Agony

Her Agony

Her impassive face was cold and stony

Formless stupor ruled her void soul

Her fate was in a drowse

Her thoughts in somnambulist whirl

Her adventure of conscious joy was over

She found her beloved oblivious of his surroundings

Morning found her desolate and bereft

Persistent thrill of touch was gone

Inert black quietude pervaded her being

Joy failed and slipped like a fallen cloak

Thoughts and hopes quivered

She found her beloved mute and reticent

Cosmos stood still and tranquil

Her woeful yearnings lingered

Her inspiration was spent and withdrawn

Morning kiss, that was a consecration and a ritual, wrinkled

Kindled fire of joy was extinguished

She found her beloved dead and calm

**==**   (Mitwa 14th March,2017)

Life is the Test Life is the Reward

My Joyous Peace is 
      More Dynamic
              More Throbbing
                      More Pulsating

Than any other bliss
         Life can offer

Life is the laboratory
        If you accept the challenge
                 Experiment with it

Life is the Test
           Life is the Reward


....Mitwa Vishwa

‘Rarity is not that rare, If you have an eye to see’

                                           -2-

Very rarely in life

There comes a moment

Which changes the very dream of life

Within a dream

Very rarely comes a dream

That unfolds the very purpose of love

Very rarely in love

There comes a nuance

That sparkles the very hue of being

Very rarely, if at all, in a life-time

There comes a spectacle

That unfolds the very existence and its purpose

Look out for that rarity

Wherever you be, whatever you do

For it is the whole truth

‘Rarity is not that rare, If you have an eye to see’

Live This Moment, flow with it

                     -1-

Live This Moment, flow with it

It brings the magic from beyond

Empty yourself, allow it to penetrate

The joy assured is unparallel

You are the spectator, you the player

Magic within and magic without

Dance is eternal, unfathomed, uncritical

Spring within awaits, your co-operation to manifest

Get off guard, allow things to happen

Invite when the ground is ready

Be it at your own terms,  if only to realize

Better terms were possible