IF YOU COULD

How would you say a man had a poetic death?

When he falls prey to his own deeds

Or when he becomes a victim of others greed

How would you say a man had a poetic death?

When the world falls to its knees in grief

Or when groaning hearts of men feel relieved!

How would you say a man had a poetic death?

When a sword humors his bosom like a raging steed

Or when the arm of Morpheus puts him to an eternal sleep.

How would you say a man had a poetic death?

When he chooses to improvise

Or when the gods them self conspire his demise!

How would you say a man had a poetic death?

If you could
                                                                          -Vamsee Mohan 

DEEDS OF MEN

 Men grow old

And perish

Its only their pulse

That comes to a hold

But their deeds are

Still relished

For we have seen

The body withers

And decays with time

But it’s their memoir

That lives on

Screaming at us

From oblivion

Thriving on to remind

That we are the creator

And not his mime

For their reminiscence

Are immortal as the sunshine

That continues to live on

Destroying the dark of time. 
                                                        -Vamsee Mohan

RELIGIOUS SUICIDE

I have kept my thoughts aside

Because now I choose to die

And somehow

All my dreams come alive

Wish I could tear this earth apart

Built a grave

Chosen by my own heart

I want to march with the gods

Construct a bridge divine

And leave no earthly knot behind

For this life bares no new fruits for me

And only death

Brings me empathy

With calls of sweet comfort

From far east

Like every sunrise

Come to an end

Soul moves on

Seeking rest

In a bed of silence

That God would lend

And somewhere in our slumber

He would tend to our soul

Consuming our sins.
                            -Vamsee Mohan