O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

A cigarette in my hand,
helping me to understand.
I say the words with no regret:
“This is my LAST CIGARETTE.”

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)


Note: Title is poem, LAST CIGGERATE. This two words are alone able to create whole poetry in it.

Waiting for life
Is to wait for death.
You will have time.
But you never know
Which will be your last breath

SOUL MEMORY  

Aligning core below to above
Sirius clapped in glee
urging group into Time out of Space
Pyramid, triangle of my refuge
and direction

Mercury watched soul circling Squinx
Dogons ancient guiding mission
bronze arms encircled axis
Africa cracked from Asia
Amma rejoicing

I knew not then
that in a Southern land I
were to disembark to
stand firm with fearlessness
time-split generational embeds
with carbon and consciousness
oxygen the catalyst

myrrh rained down
to cleanse
Last Supper was still to come


Copyright: GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song

There’s a mist on the water,
When I wake.
It gets thicker every morning,
Creeping a little farther into shore.
I spend my days now,
Moving my house,
Further up.
Trying not to drown,
In the inevitable gray.
It’s one of those things you don’t escape,
It’s one of those things that never goes away.

It rests,
Slumbers for a while.
But never stops,
Creeping up.
So close to me,
I fear that I’ll run out of energy,
To run,
To escape.
I’ll die in this foggy place,
Join the sirens with their frowns,
Dragging more people,
Down.

To the fog.

This is the last thing, the final time,
No more words, no reason, no rhyme.
I won’t reach out, I won’t pretend,
This is my adieu, this is the refrain.
I’ll vanish far, where no one sees,
Where names are lost in distant breeze.
No one will call, no one will care,
And I won’t leave a shadow there.

Every memory
I’ll let it fade,
Like old songs that silence played.
I’ll forget it all, I’ll close that door,
I won’t come back, not anymore.
But the last song I once replayed,
The one I quietly screen-recorded and saved
That one stays, a soft goodbye,
A sound that holds what I can’t cry.

I won’t return, won’t turn around,
I’m searching now for quieter ground.
A place like Innisfree — still and wide,
Where I can breathe and safely hide.
So this is it
No need to try.
No second thoughts. Just one last sigh.
No one will notice, no one will see...
But maybe that's how it was meant to be.

I remain an iteration of past mumbles
No future do I yearn to.
I'll tell you about a "Once upon a time"
Instead of the coming blue.

In no present have I remained,
Only in "once" and what if
I sing of the begone days
In the tavern of lost grief

Here I pour wine to newer cups
Which time forgets to brew.

i would die once more just to best you one more time/you've died a thousand times in my mind/one more time for me would leave me at peace/the tired mornings and painful nights of you and i would be no more/and i would be the victor/you could laugh and feel like you have won/but the joke will be on you/i am the winner now/i have died a thousand and one times and i am finally free