The Death of Baby Blue – Baby Death Peom

Baby Blue
I sure am missing you
Wishing I was kissing you
Holding you like I used to do
Whispering in your ear things I have kept silent for years
Sharing the laughter and all the tears
Telling Hopes and dreams that we held so dear
Feelings we had for each other that we painted so crystal clear
But now you are no longer here.. to hear or share them.

You left in rush, keeping your last words all hushed
My laughter no longer soothed your heart
The tears we shed together drowned us
Those once sweet whispers became the forceful winds of change tearing us apart
The hopes and dreams just seemed turned in to dust
Love and trust left us ,
The Tears mixed with the lust for blood
leaving nothing but pools of mud which sticks like **** on a blanket
Now all I have left to remind me of you
is a pitiful picture in my head
And a deep scar upon my heart and a little wooden cross that I made that fatal day ..and a plaque in my garden that reads
Baby Blue is DEAD ..and I’ll always, forever from now on
be missing you.

Mysterious darkness – Baby Death Poem

Mysterious darkness does perk my interest.
Vortex malevolent, hell descent.
Objectives unclear,
working against light,
efforts to blot it out.
Scaling dark shadows,
working man’s weakness like putty,
an identity unknown,
yet so closely to us it floats.For what reason does it exist-
A natural fear? A purposed malice?
It is unclear… I try to identify…

Digging deeply through my internal archives
I search as much as I can to understand.
The darkest of all I peek toward.
#MIND FLASHES#
DEATH.
It’s the darkest of all…
A forked tongue creature,
with talons jagged and blood red,
breathes out the word…
with a dark and sinister sigh,
it floats like smoke in the air,
a black and putrid stench,
instilling grave fear.

Death…
Dictionary definition,
no negative extraneous fearful addition.
~The process where life will finish.~

A turn of accent.

Fearful connotations melted away.
Looked at plainly, neutrally portrayed.

Less dramatic smoke and lasers,
mystifying death- the ultimate DANGER.

Look at in an altered light;
black and white.

It’s no more horrendous,
just simply a transformation
awaiting each of us.

Simply a moment when experiences
will come to an end,
lungs deflate, heart arrest,
eyes shut, in time body corrupts,
mind’s destination…. unknown,
it has never been demonstrated,
post mortems fail to show.

‘Minds destination…’
Assuming transcendence,
be it like the heart; arrest-
is it a daunting prospect?
We have a fear of ceasing to exist,
personally I do not fear it.
When the time has come and
life is done, there’s nothing to prevent it,
better to anticipate than try,
to separate yourself from it.

Am we ought to fear death?
It’s essence is completely unknown.
so when it comes the time to face it,
Be prepared to lose everything.
After all, what is wrong with being nothing?
Caught up in the idea of an ego,
a self, when really there’s nothing much to us,
worldly associations, a name…when stripped away,
were no different to one another, all the same,
why fear the prospect of nothingness,
strip away the worldliness’ death,
transcend to a higher plain,
death is not a loss…
Death is just a process.

Baby Baby – Death Poem

Baby Baby you said you would stay forever
But baby now you are gone and everything is hollow
Baby Baby you said you would love me until your last breath
But baby now i am on my last legs breathing my last breath

Baby Baby the house is empty and my soul emptier still
No thoughts,No emotions nothing but the still of my shadow
All i do is go from room to room in search and in vain
I stand before the mirror to see you in me
for all i was and am is you and because of you

Baby Baby the bedroom is now a shrine
Candle light,highlight your eyes and smile
But every step without you is a mile
And dying to be with you seems better than living without you

But Baby i am hanging on and going on
For you,ours and she is still a baby
She smiles like you,has eyes like yours
And her tender grasp reminds me of your touch

So Baby i will go on for our Baby
For it is your breath in her and your shadow in her
And sadly my shadow and reflection in her

So Baby watch over us for we need you more than ever
I stand by the window in the pink and oranges of the dawn
And every ray of light reaching me touching me is you
My Baby,My angel and so here i am waiting
Waiting,waiting and the waiting goes on

(© s.satish kumar)