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Dim sparks of last hope
Writhing soul pleads to be free
Live to die at home
Death is like soul changing clothes ? Why does it matter if it's at home or someplace else i wonder. I have seen a lot of people wishing they die in the familiarity of their home, they have lived forever in. Why and how does that give the satisfaction of leaving i muse!
This Haiku is written for THE MAG and the Haiku Heights.
Yes, I wonder why it matters. The river is the same no matter where one boards the craft.
ReplyDeleteI loved the way you used the prompt Home in this pic ... a sad tale well told !!!
ReplyDeleteI guess they think they will feel more comfortable...
ReplyDeleteVery nicely articulated Pranita, the essence of the soul captured in just few words :)
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Regards,
Jay
http://road-to-sanitarium.blogspot.in/
For some coming home to die is their last wish ~
ReplyDeleteHave a good weekend ~
May be they just want to recall all the beautiful moments they had in their life, before they loose it :)
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Perhaps the soul wishes to depart this world from it lived in it.
ReplyDelete"Live to die" - incredible use of words to convey message, feeling!
ReplyDeletePerhaps the arms of love felt sweetly, rather then the grips of baren walls screaming of pain and anguish... one can only wonder? :)
ReplyDeleteYou have touched a chord with me. Home is surely, for some, the best place to die.! Well done!
ReplyDeleteThere's no place like home, in the comfort of your own bed, surrounded by those you love, where all of the sounds and smells are familiar. Pictures, music, foods are not the same at the hospital. I love your haiku, Pranita, and your thoughts about the soul. Thank you for sharing. =D
ReplyDeleteHome has so many meanings... Some wish to die where they live, others where they grew up, others believe home is where the heart is, but they happened not to be attached to the one who owns their heart, so where is home.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking...
To die in comfort...what more could you want for your last wish?
ReplyDeleteI love "Death is like a soul changing clothes." Very fine lines indeed.
ReplyDeleteIs home like the reassurimg presence of the archetypal womb ?
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely haiku ... home, surrounded by loved ones is best, though we don't always get a choice.
ReplyDeleteIt think it requires a great deal of comfort to let go--nicely written piece
ReplyDeleteMy parents did not want to die in a nursing home, but in their own home. Blessedly, they got their wish. No tubes and machines and strangers and antiseptic smells for them!
ReplyDeleteDesert Home
Deep and unique take.
ReplyDeleteLovely stuff!
ReplyDeleteHome is where the heart lies - in life and in death...
Anna :o]