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Come, Sweet Death

Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

Quote from Sri Chinmoy

"Death is not the end. Death can never be the end.

Death is the road; the soul is the traveller; life is the guide." -Sri Chinmoy

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Come, Sweet Death

Come, sweet death,

Let us continue our game of hide and seek.

You veil thyself in winter’s night;

Come ablaze in the temple of the sun.

I yearn for a goblet of wine,

The taste of which will seize this breath,

Carrying a river of perennial joy to Jordan.


Long have I traversed this stream of current,

Punched and battered by turbulent waves.

Stripped naked of all pretensions,

My travails with pain and sorrow,

Has worn my ego thin.

Now I rise in the darkness;

Give glory to fireflies and shooting stars.

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My mother sat in silence for three long years!

The frequent pendulums of her blood sugar,

Denied her internal organs,

The faintest glimmer of physical hope.

Yet she did her last dance with a failing heart;

Eyes shining at the portals of Paradise.


Come, sweet death!

On the Elysian lap of Love, I rise.

I hear the bugle blow, as the minstrels chant your glory.

I float on visionary memories for the bliss to come.

Come, sweet death!

My silvery cord’s unanchored.

An ocean of rapture now engulfs my Soul;

I’m coming HOME once more.


-Manatita, the Lantern Carrier. 31st January, 2018

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A Free Verse Sonnet

I Bask in the Grandeur of Thy Silence.


Separated from the Beloved One,

I lament in a world of shadows,

Trying desperately to find my way Home.

Trapped in the dark night of my own creation,

A hideous mask torments me in my loneliness;

I have gone deaf to the melody of the soul.

I know I don’t belong here;

That my very breath is banging,

On the celestial gates of heaven.


Come, sweet Love, take me to Your

Marvellous garden of celestial Light.

Freed from the jungle of my internal strife,

Let me forget the pride of eloquent speech,

To bask in the grandeur of Thy Silence.


_Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 19th January, 2018.

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