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REBIRTH

The pain


Of tearing flesh..

Tethered to the cruel jaws

Of destiny.

Each bite ripping off a part,

The body numbs..

Then disintegrates…

Then lies unidentified.



Somewhere far away

A new life sprouts.

The inanimate turns

Into a bundle of joy.

The same eyes..

The same lips…

A new identity.



P.S. : The concept of rebirth has somehow appealed to me. Your views and ideas are welcome.

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rainboy said…
sahi , me was imaging it all the way.

:)

take care
April 7, 2010 at 1:32 AM
Vinz said…
Its refreshing...

though i am not a supporter of the concept...

:)
April 7, 2010 at 11:02 AM
Rià said…
very nicely written dear!! I like the concept fo rebirth.
April 7, 2010 at 3:37 PM
IceMaiden said…
ohhhh rebirth!
fascinating idea.. :) Wonder if we were some other people once upon a time... :)
April 7, 2010 at 7:15 PM
Tulika said…
I have always been fascinated by the idea of Karma & Reincarnation.

Liked the verse.
April 8, 2010 at 11:48 AM
Abhishek Behera said…
"The same eyes..
The same lips…
A new identity."

beautiful.
April 8, 2010 at 7:30 PM
The Other Hypocrite said…
neatly written and very well thought.... i appreciate the way you put the words together here..
April 10, 2010 at 9:12 PM
Abhishek Behera said…
You have been awarded :)
April 11, 2010 at 3:13 AM
Priya said…
That is so cool.
April 11, 2010 at 5:12 AM
Aayushi Mehta said…
Beautiful. The way you described death in the first stanza, especially, was just brilliant.

You have a new found fan. Love your work. Expect to be stalked from now on. :)
April 11, 2010 at 12:29 PM
Tulika said…
@ Anwesa di:

I've got something for you on my blog. :)
April 11, 2010 at 1:10 PM
Thousif Raza said…
you know this was a new kinda poem from you... and from the time i have been reading you... i felt like you are turning a new leaf here... :) nice


but one thing is sure... i loved the opening lines.... a surprise awaits you mehek... :)... be waiting....


take care and keep writing........
April 11, 2010 at 7:38 PM
Anwesa said…
@rainboy,
thanks for reading :)
April 12, 2010 at 9:23 PM
Anwesa said…
@Shilpa,
thanks!!
April 14, 2010 at 10:10 AM
Anwesa said…
@Vinz,
Glad to know you found it refreshing :)
April 14, 2010 at 10:10 AM
Anwesa said…
@Ice Maiden,

:)

Yeah,but I'm not certainly inspired by the tv show :P
April 14, 2010 at 10:11 AM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,

thanks!!
April 14, 2010 at 10:12 AM
Anwesa said…
@Jogi,
thanks a lot !!
April 14, 2010 at 10:33 AM
Anwesa said…
@Simu,
Thanks for the awards :) Loved 'em :)
April 14, 2010 at 10:34 AM
Anwesa said…
@Priya,
thanks! :)
April 14, 2010 at 10:34 AM
Anwesa said…
@Aayushi,
Yeah,I would love that. :)
April 14, 2010 at 10:35 AM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
Thanks a lot dear !!
April 14, 2010 at 10:35 AM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
Thanks !

I'm waiting for the surprise :)
April 14, 2010 at 10:36 AM
Priya said…
I want this to happen........ Be it a new identity..I want the same to happen ...
March 8, 2011 at 3:57 PM
Anwesa said…
@Priya,
Thanks for being here.
March 21, 2011 at 9:50 PM
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