Of birth and death, <br />life is but a cross-fade. <br />A tinge of meaning, <br />painted to the trembles of my tendrils <br />as the soul of each encaptured emotion. <br /> <br />The aumkara of the first voice of the universe, <br />fumes up in my crevices. <br />With the smoke of ashes, <br />the wisdom of soul <br />smothers my ambience. <br /> <br />In the receding mist <br />of the unscribbled unclarity, <br />as I open my eyes-, <br />flown with the wind, <br />I find me gone… <br /> <br />I take birth, <br />in each bubble of fatality. <br />And I die in the sublimation, <br />of each vibration of music… <br /> <br />of every birth and death, <br />life is but a cross-fade.<br /><br />Sarvesh Kulkarni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-birth-and-death/
